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Hace 1 día · I had glimpsed once when someone else was in a hurry. In the National Gallery bookshop. Come to me in dreams, oh green daubed leaves. Where there is time to think about leaf and the imagination. Of the leaf and why it is so cooling now and consoling. To catch one more shining glimpse of it. In my non theoretical mind. As if that coolness could ...
28 de may. de 2024 · There is a wonderful photo of Maestro Jesús’ father taken in 1943, when he was about 35 years old and his son, about fourteen years old. Don Bernardo Pérez Farfán has a shock of black hair, and gazes steadily into the camera without presumption, nor a smile, wearing what appears to be a white manta shirt.
Here, we talk about GHOST. The pals do not exist. (The pals are hostile) TEAM 6×111, Qualia Automata, To Hell And Back, R.I.P and Vane Lily content is also welcome here.
Hace 2 días · The Portrait Of A Warrior. His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star. Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in.
Hace 1 día · The wolf on the hills lays stealthy paws, Feathered birds in the rain - sweet sky. At their ease in the air, flit low, flit high. The oak's blind, tender roots pierce deep, His green crest towers, dimmed in sleep, Under the stars whose thrones are set. Where never prince hath journeyed yet. Walter De La Mare. Rate:
Hace 2 días · There-s no one tosses them about. But Mr. Nobody. The finger marked upon the door. By none of us are made; We never leave the blind unclosed, To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill; the boots. That lying round you. See.
