Friday, August 20, 2010

Hoho Without Masterball

The poetry of the day

I can not remember. But those moments will last with me as pure

at the bottom of a vase too full.
not think of you, but out of love for your
and this gives me strength. Do not invent

in places that now have no meaning without you. Your
not be
is warm you, and it's true, you did not make more
. Nostalgia
often does not distinguish. Why then, if your search

influence on me already feel like a ray of light
moon at the window.

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

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