Λίγο πριν τη ...Ρώμη à la Woody

Parc de Milan

Πρωινό ξύπνημα στη Λωζάνη

Il entend des chants, des bruits de l'ailes
il a soif de grand jour et d'air
il voudrait savoir les nouvelles.

Enfin, se dit-il, je respire,
je vis, je suis libre...bonjour!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Thanks, Tom. Goodnight.

crash...

Ξέρεις ότι έχεις βρει την κατάλληλη όταν σου λέει ότι το Crash μοιάζει βγαλμένο από τα βαθύτερα όνειρά της...

sway with me, everything sad --
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
frogs trying to figure
the sky;
sway with me, sad things --
fingers split on a forge
old age like breakfast shell
used books, used people
used flowers, used love
I need you
I need you
I need you:
it has run away
like a horse or a dog,
dead or lost
or unforgiving.

Charles Bukowski

IN MEMORIAM, Alfred Lord Tennyson

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.