| = exista un frumos umor negru! | ioana bolba [14.Jan.05 11:15] |
| chiar nu ma pot abtine sa nu spun ceva: am senzatia ca asist la un spectacol "negru" plin de scene care se precipita seduse de un "om cu picioare insufletit de acute nevoi", asta fiindca "intunericul alearga intotdeauna mai repede".. | |
| = lorca | simona marcu [14.Jan.05 15:22] |
| întunericul alergă întotdeauna mai repede decât nefericirea prinsă în pântecul lui. Mortal lunar meadow And blood under the ground. Ancient bloody meadow. Yesterday, tomorrow. Mortal grassy heaven. Light and sandy darkness. There I met with Death. Mortal earthy meadow. Tiny little Death. The dog on the roof top. And my lonely left hand Crossing endless forests Where the flowers wither. Cathedral of the ashes. Light and sandy darkness. Tiny little Death. Death and I, a man. A man alone with her, Tiny little Death. Mortal lunar meadow. The snow heaped high and sifted Across the very doorway. A man, and what? I told you, A man alone with her. Love, light, and sand, and meadow cu drag | |
| = way off topic | simona marcu [14.Jan.05 19:52] |
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