Entrance of the Municipal Cemetery of LujĂĄn, Buenos Aires, Argentina, designed by Viktor SulÄiÄ.
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Entrance of the Municipal Cemetery of LujĂĄn, Buenos Aires, Argentina, designed by Viktor SulÄiÄ.
Last Night With You
I'll be with you when our roof is the night sky Then morning came and you said goodbye Slept in my arms for the last time Then you gone and I was the one who died
When the night ended and the dawn settles in I can feel the sadness that just yearning can bring I close my eyes, but you slip away, Leaving me alone to face the numbness of the day
Ephilor Van Helmt Azamanor II
Heavier than I can carry You appeared to take up residence in me Brought with it more pain than I could bear Loaded with more madness than my sanity could tolerate Appeared to me at night, like an old friend That stabbed me in the back But licked the wound Addicted me and tore apart everything I could offer For no offering is worthy of your divinity Like embers in my eyes you comfort me Brings relief loaded with desire Just to deny me the light I see on the horizon For put yourself where I can never reach Couldn't heal the wounds you caused yourself And you can't even run away, when i no longer there to blame Lost like a castaway who couldn't read the map And understand the curves that got me here You abandon me Let go of my hand and let me get lost And yet found me at the end of the path Just to devour me
Ei' Lor
Pain
It's not hell if i like how it burns in the fire of your eyes
I don't need to hurt myself anymore now that i have you to do it
And, suddenly, I need you to bring the comfort I feel in pain
The sharp pain of your disdain
And the relief I get from your desire
I can feel the throbbing pain under your skin too
I can feel everything
like embers in my eyes
Ephilor Van Helmt Azamanor II
Artwork by Nicola Samori
Bela Lugosi playing Jesus Christ in a theater performance of a Passion Play in Hungary, 1909.
Roll the Dice if youâre going to try, go all the way. otherwise, donât even start. if youâre going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation. isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. and youâll do it despite rejection and the worst odds and it will be better than anything else you can imagine. if youâre going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like that. you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire. do it, do it, do it. do it. all the way all the way. you will ride life straight to perfect laughter, itâs the only good fight there is.
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