&Una vida en un instante& |
Un día, estaba en medio de una inmensidad de gris. No sentía nada, no olía nada, no veía nada. Sino esta masa voluptuosa de grises, que rodeaba, me arrollaba, me mecía, me hacía a su antojo. El frió m...
Posted by *Ms Creosote* (-So-) on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 10:42:00 PST |
"Memory is hunger" |
Sinuosas bocanadas de cálido tremor en esta tarde amarilla. Aparto de mi mesa la taza de café cuyo calor se me hace odioso ahora.
Qué espero? No dejo de pensar en qué espero. Yo sé que sí lo hago, yo ...
Posted by *Ms Creosote* (-So-) on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:47:00 PST |
the quiet swann |
Its so cold outside, I dont dare to step out. Yet your inviting hand, stands there before me.
Im like a white paper, quiet, still... quivering. Im caught between the loss of time, in the gap that, in...
Posted by *Ms Creosote* (-So-) on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 06:35:00 PST |
*_] Nature Boy [_* |
An ounce of excitment, A wisper of a thrill, you never know, lightning could strike...
http://prancingbittersweetsymphony.blogspot.com/
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Posted by *Ms Creosote* (-So-) on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:54:00 PST |
Je voudrais dire seulment.... |
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light i...
Posted by *Ms Creosote* (-So-) on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 10:34:00 PST |
