Drama
It's the people who truly
Love each other.
Look at them.
Why not let them be happy together.
Stop letting your jealousies get in the way.
Vanity, vanity, vanity.
How dare you? How dare you spoil a thing
A beautiful thing.
Love each other.
Look at them.
Why not let them be happy together.
Stop letting your jealousies get in the way.
Vanity, vanity, vanity.
How dare you? How dare you spoil a thing
A beautiful thing.
posted by dyingember at 4:20 PM
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II
There was a cold water flat that I used to live in, where it might have been dark but the music came up from the streets
I would stay up until dawn some mornings with my sketchbook and paints; under the inflection I would replenish my scorn with the temptations I could overcome
And if I couldn’t; I would paint my sins in frescos like Michelangelo; fresh and fasted for the pillars, minding the mindful slow to dry
III
The potica was from a stone oven that was over five hundred years old, the table was coved with wool, the corners were folded and it was backed up to the wall; two chairs; edelweiss clumped in the center; two plump stump candles fighting the wind. Several of their children had died from influenza and those that could get out did; survival is filled with guilt, loneliness and quiet imagination of a far away land.
Eighty years later; some of their grandchildren returned home and there were some stories but it had to be stranger than fiction full of follies of the countryside… what was not said, some were buried as masses for the politics of their lifetime
The oil lamp diminishes; quietly the barn owl prepares; the suns flight to shine on, living to fight another day.
شركة تنظيف بالجبيل
شركة مكافحة حشرات بالجبيل
شركة كشف تسربات المياه بالجبيل
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