Friday, September 21, 2012
Hedonic paths traveled
For so long, but I feel
That all lived now extinct
Have not found anything even here.
How much do I need from you anyway,
Drinking illusion, indeed lie
And much of the past in which I translate
Speaking at peace than before, lived,
But nothing that I am more interested,
Life certainly already plasters
And all he could into dust,
Nostalgia says how much could one day
And now when the house is empty,
Just my silence bitter and just ...
at 1:38 PM