dar acuma-i cam tîrziu, mă culc. mai citesc în paralel ghidul leneşului şi cartea parfumurilor şi poezii depresive de stevie smith şi fernando pessoa.
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11 decembrie 2007 la 3:09 am |
Not Waving But Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith