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The Dress
The Dress-Blonde Redhead
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Tears you see on my face, you do have something to do with Fear starts creeping up when you have so much to lose Your love waits you while you're cheating Lightning str...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 06:46:00 GMT
Spell
"Spell"Through the woods, and frosted moorsPast the snow-caked hedgerows IBed down upon the drifting snowSleep beneath the melting skyI whisper all your namesI know not where you areBut somewhere, som...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 06:32:00 GMT
Duende
"These dark sounds are the mystery, the roots thrusting into the fertile loam known to all of us, ignored by all of us, but from which we get what is real in art. . . .
"Thus duende is a power and not...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:30:00 GMT
Fernando Pessoa and heteronyms
MeantimeFar away, far away,Far away from here...There is no worry after joyOr away from fearFar away from here.Her lips were not very red,Not her hair quite gold.Her hands played with rings.She ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:55:00 GMT