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anachronautical
August 14 2008, 22:17:10 UTC
"and when a soul lights up the stars... it's hers."
All:My:Faults
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anachronautical
August 16 2008, 05:50:10 UTC
"Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face"
"Lovesong" by Ted Hughes
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anachronautical
August 16 2008, 05:52:51 UTC
"Aren't there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going?"
"The Shadow Voice" Margaret Atwood
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anachronautical
August 16 2008, 05:58:51 UTC
"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only
find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he
sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
"The Critic as Artist" by Oscar Wilde
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anachronautical
August 18 2008, 06:21:50 UTC
Quand j’aurai tout compris, tout vécu d’ici-bas,
[[When I have understood everything and done everything here]]
Quand je serai si vieille, que je ne voudrai plus de moi,
[[When I am so old that I want no more from myself]]
Quand la peau de ma vie sera creusée de routes,
[[When my skin is dug with roads from my life]]
Et de traces et de peines, et de rires et de doutes,
[[And traces of troubles, and laughs, and doubts]]
Alors je demanderai juste encore une minute…
[[Even then, I will still ask for one more minute...]]
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All:My:Faults
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Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face"
"Lovesong" by Ted Hughes
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flowing in your veins
to keep you going?"
"The Shadow Voice" Margaret Atwood
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find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he
sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
"The Critic as Artist" by Oscar Wilde
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[[When I have understood everything and done everything here]]
Quand je serai si vieille, que je ne voudrai plus de moi,
[[When I am so old that I want no more from myself]]
Quand la peau de ma vie sera creusée de routes,
[[When my skin is dug with roads from my life]]
Et de traces et de peines, et de rires et de doutes,
[[And traces of troubles, and laughs, and doubts]]
Alors je demanderai juste encore une minute…
[[Even then, I will still ask for one more minute...]]
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