tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716450.post110793197879203577..comments2024-01-19T03:18:04.877+01:00Comments on Via Rigattieri: TRISTE EVENTOVia Rigattierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216271390448741450noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716450.post-1107972857786848262005-02-09T19:14:00.000+01:002005-02-09T19:14:00.000+01:00....l'ignoranza dilaga........l'ignoranza dilaga....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716450.post-1107960305079468692005-02-09T15:45:00.000+01:002005-02-09T15:45:00.000+01:00deh...bimbina....più che affranta mi sembri pazza....deh...bimbina....più che affranta mi sembri pazza....<br /><br />AnonymousAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716450.post-1107949289700558062005-02-09T12:41:00.000+01:002005-02-09T12:41:00.000+01:00Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Preven...Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<br />Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<br />Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<br />Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<br /><br />Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<br />Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,<br />Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<br />Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<br /><br />He was my North, my South, my East and West,<br />My working week and my Sunday rest,<br />My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<br />I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.<br /><br />The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;<br />Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<br />Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,<br />For nothing now can ever come to any good.<br /><br />(W. H. Auden)<br /><br />affranta<br />aAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com