God'll Cut You Down.

Funeral Blues

W.H. Auden (1907-1973)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I've been everywhere.

Menos mal que he acabado la tarea de Castellano.

Ah, y sin ideas o tiempo para escribir, disculpen

Cigarette Holder

"I love you like the stars above, I love you 'til I die."
-Dire Straits, Romeo and Juliet

Oh, Cielos.

Angels.

"I get so tired when I have to explain,

When you're so far away from me.

See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain,

And you're so far away from me."

-Dire Straits, So Far Away

Sorry for the Disturbance

Disculpen las molestias causadas por mi ausencia estas previas semanas, he estado en italia. Vuelvo con mucho material del cual escribir.