I feel like it is familiar, as well. Anyway, I'm glad you guys liked it.
I feel like it is familiar, as well. Anyway, I'm glad you guys liked it.
"Dullness. Ethereal, ephemeral, allegorical dullness. The blunt boredom rises from the gorge of her insufferable lips and floats like the tiniest feather of a long dead bird until it lands, naked and tired memory next to your fleshy feet. But she is gone now, away, away, like all the others, away, away! Only I, poet man, has chosen to stay. And I welcome you, travelers, to the memory catacombs of the Brunnen-G!" (c) Poet Man
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
How to Disappear Completely-Radiohead
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Stompy Jones ~ Duke Ellington
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
gasoline - theory of a deadman
life philosophy: "if one wants to succeed, they must become independent, if one wants to be independent, one must strive past the dificulties, using them to shape future desicions, like a sword being folded, every fold is a hardship overcome, and every fold removes one more imperfection that would destroy the completed version"
# of 1st Dans, Black Belts achieved- 2 (1 Hapkido, Sun Moo Kwan), (1 Tae Kwon Do)
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hey everybody!!!! I'm from argentinait's great to be here...the forum is really interesting and a lot of fun!! :P
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
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Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli
In dreams begin responsibilities.
Glad you like it here, Aldana! Nice to meet you, and welcome around! I like your siggy! I recently bought Elizabeth Browning's "Sonnets From the Portuguese and Other Poems" and it was brilliantThe poems were tres fantastique
Now Playing : A Lifetime - Better Than Ezra
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Sugar We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds ~ (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World
We were the Leopards, the Lions; those who'll take our place will be little jackals, hyenas; and the whole lot of us, Leopards, jackals, and sheep, we'll all go on thinking ourselves the salt of the earth.
~ Giuseppe Di Lampedusa
THANKS TONY FOR THE WELCOME!!!Nice to meet you too
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I really love Elizabeth Browning's poems and sonnets...Torturous LOVE STORIES are my favourite...as you may see in my profile -my all time favourite is Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights-
Are you from Portugal? Nice! I've never read her in spanish...I really prefer to read poems in their original language...English is the only one i'm fluent in...so...
Well, my song for the moment is:
The sound Of Settling by DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
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Little Bones ... Tragically Hip
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Electric-Light Orchestra - Secret Messages - A Loser Gone Wild
"Dullness. Ethereal, ephemeral, allegorical dullness. The blunt boredom rises from the gorge of her insufferable lips and floats like the tiniest feather of a long dead bird until it lands, naked and tired memory next to your fleshy feet. But she is gone now, away, away, like all the others, away, away! Only I, poet man, has chosen to stay. And I welcome you, travelers, to the memory catacombs of the Brunnen-G!" (c) Poet Man
The Shadows - Apache
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera