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Tag Archives: poem
After a while you learn…
You Learn by Jorge Luis Borges After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn … Continue reading
O poezie
Lola a tradus numai ultima parte, dar pe mine m-a impresionat toata… Intr-un mod ciudat. M-a facut sa ma panichez nejustificat, sa simt o teama irationala, greu de inlaturat pe moment.. Vi-o copiez si voua.. The Genius Of The Crowd … Continue reading
Posted in books, mood
Tagged charles bukowski, genius of the crowd, literature, lola, poem
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Rage against the dying of the light..
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end … Continue reading
Posted in books, life, me, pisoiul, placeri, thoughts
Tagged do not go gentle into that good night, dylan thoms, pisoiul, poem
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‘Brave New World’ Poem
“Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I’m in a coma; Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny; Love’s as good as soma..”
The Square Root of Three
I’m sure that I will always be A lonely number like root three The three is all that’s good and right, Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign, I wish instead I were … Continue reading