viernes, noviembre 17, 2006

Children


Remember... When everything was perfect. When everything in your life, was just nice. No wondering, no asking, no worries. To be a child and let everybody said what to do, or how to act. I didn´t forget it at all. I was, kind of happy in those days. I wish there was a time machine, maybe just to see (apart, as an omnicient participant) what i did wrong, what i did right. I just want to be a child again. Don´t suffer, not anymore.

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azrra26 dijo...

When I have fears

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

 
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