" Se son sola, siamo già in troppi!"
Profilo BACHECA 49
"A un cuore in pezzi nessuno s’avvicini senza l’alto privilegio di aver sofferto altrettanto"
se non l'avete vista questa serie, o se lo avete fatto e non l'avete apprezzata, mi spiace ma non possiamo essere amici!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then
Ma se avete impostata l'opzione di ricevere messaggi solo dagli amici, come potete pretendere che le persone vi rispondano?!?!?