Τρίτη 26 Απριλίου 2005

i am the son and the heir of nothing in particular...


dreams in the mirror and it is dusk on earth
a candle is lighted and it is dark.
the people are in their houses the frail man is in his bed
the city sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend, putting on stars....
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
[e.e. cummings]
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Antigone είπε...

Na sou pw: kanw kala;

Antigone είπε...

HiHiHi!!!!!!!!
Mallon to strabadi ta katafere!!!
Filia!