غراب: ... sound of colors ...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

... sound of colors ...

Pe cat de mult ma inalti...pe-atat de mult ma faci sa ma pierd..
Pe cat de mult ma inalti, pe-atat de mult ma faci sa ma tem...

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AnonymousMarch 18, 2010 at 7:55 PM
Coltul ala uitat sa fie muav, da?!?
Cum suna muavul tau?
Da di ce?
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“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting —
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!“
And the crow, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

... sound of colors ...

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