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Amor!
No, questa non è una domanda, ma.. puzzi.Chiesta da atmosp-here-deactivated20111118
Amur!
Guarda che ti sbagli..sono le tue ascelle u.u
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Foto rebloggato da cytogenetic movement
«I was one of the insatiables. The ones you’d always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they’d been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us… from the world.»
-The Dreamers
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners comeLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.W.H. Auden
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Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel tower,elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe…(I am the Walrus)
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And I waited for your kiss
waited for the bliss
Like Dreamers do…
-the beatles-
