It seems again that it is time to learn,
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more...
Thomas Kinsella.
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more...
Thomas Kinsella.
Time - He's waiting in the wings,
He speaks of senseless things,
His script is you and me, boys...
He speaks of senseless things,
His script is you and me, boys...
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jeudi, février 12, 2009 1:11:00 AM
Siento la tardanza pero, Feliz Cumpleaños!!!!!
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