So Much Beauty
Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep.
It is a weird Lullaby, and so it is, but it is mine.
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave - under the deep deep sea...
From The Piano, by Jane Campion, 1993.
The last three lines are from the poem Silence, by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845).
26 Jan 2005 18:07
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Hi there,
I got quite opressed by such a chock with your intimacy.
It is late, quite late, so late that my reasenable thinking will not alow me to do any coments on this situation. I hope I don't react to familiar to you next time I find you around. By the way I haven't seen you much around, did u got sick like all other "outsiders"?
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Bate leve, levemente
Como quem chama por mim,
Será chuva? Será gente?
Gente nao é certamente
e a chuva nao bate assim…
01 Feb 2005, 04:08
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01 Feb 2005, 13:16
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