The picture of my young love
suddenly emerged from darkness
and haunts my nights and days.
Thirty six years.
Imagine.
O, yes, Citizen,
everybody hides a Rosebud
in his innermost self.
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8 comments:
Oh my God...
Good morning!
From morgue to tsonta...
Rallou said that "it is time for a surprise".
Man, you really surprised me.
But I suppose that when ones "young love
suddenly emerged from darkness" it always surprises …
"When I travel, I have always my personal diary with me. Sometimes, I need to read something sensual..."
Oscar Wilde
O, yes, Citizen,
everybody hides a Rosebud
in his inmost self Out of talk, appearance, and manners
Citizen Kane you mean...
...Yes, but the rosebud is very well hidden because...
I will make an excellent suit of armor;
and in this way I will face malicious people
without feeling the slightest fear or weakness.
They will try to injure me. But of those
who come near me none will know
where to find my wounds, my vulnerable places,
under the deceptions that will cover me....
dion m.
Thanks for the C. P. Cavafy poem...
Ι guess I have to translate...
Like a juicy pear stuck between her legs...or something to that Emprireikian effect.
Or...to remember Al Pacino's line...
I don't care if they're Greek columns or second hand Steinways...what's between them...passport to heaven.
Irlandos and guys,
you can thank me later...
;)
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