a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)
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a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)
Here's a song It reminds me of when we were young Looking back at all the things we've done You gotta keep on keeping on
Out to sea It's the only place I honestly Can get myself some peace of mind You know it's getting hard to fly
If I'm to fall Would you be there to applaud? Or would you hide behind them all? 'Cause if I have to go In my heart you grow And that's where you belong
If I'm to fall Would you be there to applaud? Or would you hide behind them all? 'Cause if I have to go In my heart you grow And that's where you belong
If I'm to fall Would you be there to applaud? Or would you hide behind them all? 'Cause if I have to go In my heart you grow And that's where you belong
Guess I'm outta time I'm outta time I'm outta time I'm outta time I'm outta time
Non riesco a credere che nel giro di qualche ora abbiamo perso Kavinsky e Glen Hansard.
Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses (1891) by John William Waterhouse
Questa. scena.
Ogni volta che esco dalla sala dopo aver visto un film di Christopher Nolan mi ricordo perché amo il cinema.
BRASSAÏ (Gyula Halász) — Tarot cards, crystal ball, c. 1933, gelatin silver print, The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles.
The surreal exists within us, in the things which have become so banal that we no longer notice them, and in the normality of the normal — Brassaï, speech at UNESCO banquet, 1963.
Well, I'm still getting over the very first time That I caught you staring at me through your dilated eyes While the room was turning dark, but your confidence is high I never expected to see you dead at night
When I came out of the green room, then sat down to smoke You pulled out a pre-roll from inside of your coat Asked "Would I join you? Do you have a light? If I bring the fire, do you have the fight?"
Hit me with your lies, hit me with those sweet little eyes Leave me black and blue, keep me up all through the night I'm just waiting for you to see I'm the dirty answer, I'm the dirty key
Well, then you took me by the hand as you made your way upstairs Now I'm pushing my way past anyone that cares I cannot describe the way I feel inside The urge to say to say I love you, but you would know that's a lie
Told you I'd seen you around here before You said I must be dreaming, so I'll dream you some more That's when you turned, started walking away Well, I'm sorry, my dear, but what should I say for you to
Hit me with your lies, hit me with those sweet goodbyes Beat me black and blue, keep me up all through the night I'm just waiting for you to see I'm the dirty answer, I'm the dirty key
Hit me with those eyes, hit me with those sweet little eyes Keep me black and blue, beat me up all through the night I'm just waiting for you to see I'm the dirty answer (I'm the dirty key)
And now I'm sitting on the floor at the end of your bed With my head on my knees and my hands on my head And my heart on my sleeve, now I'm asking myself "Yeah, you know you love her, is she worth the stress?"
Well, the truth is that I don't care, no, I don't mind Because all I want to hear is your dirty white lies So tell me that you love me, tell me that you're mine Tell me that you care, we'll keep this alive
And now you're sitting on the floor at the end of your bed You've got your head on your knees and your hands on your head You put your heart on your sleeve, you're telling yourself "Know you love me darling, am I worth the stress?"
Well, the truth is I don't care, the truth is I don't mind All I really want to hear is your dirty white lies Tell you that I love you, gaslight up your mind And pretend that I care to keep it alive
Hit me with your lies, hit me with those sweet little eyes Beat me black and blue, keep me up all through the night I'm just waiting for you to see I'm the dirty answer, I'm the dirty key
i have this deadly sickness called remembering
I will let the light in I will let some love in I will be happy It will be perfect
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Detail of Falling Cherry Blossoms, by Tatsumi Shimura, 1953, Japan.
I was towelled up to the waist while you were fresh from the confession The angry streets they twisted up and billowed with the laughter Anyway I thought you burned the rags in some kind of primal fear And now the night is blue and red and they're tearing down the plaster
Hurricane laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster Hurricane laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster
And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available There is no connection available
So to the hills we fled while the evidence was weighing And weighing, and weighing, and weighing, and weighing Eyes aloft all shocking blue and purple, serious Cities barking by the windows screaming to exist Not without the muted mind of priesthood so imperious
Hurricane laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster Hurricane laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster Hurricane laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster Hurricane laughter Laughter Hurricane laughter Tearing down the plaster
And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available And there is no connection available There is no connection available
A volte vorrei davvero che il mio sesto senso si sbagliasse e invece son sempre qui a dirmi complimenti Carlotta, ci hai preso anche stavolta.
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Happy Summer Solstice, Sarah Theresa Lee
Questo è quel periodo dell’anno in cui la risposta a qualsiasi cosa è birretta.