poesie van William Shakespere...
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly express’d;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Quoted from Bartleby.com

poesi di januar

Blessed are the meek, because they will inherit earth...
Blessed are the photogenic,
because they will travel free and fun...
È benedetta la bellezza sul fotoricettore, perché viaggeranno liberamente e divertimento...
Berkah tumpah ke orang rendah hati;
Berkah tumpah ke orang fotogenik,
semarak mereka ditraktir bule keliling bumi,
bebas riang gembira....:)

Gran Fortunato en ani 2006,
At least one friend u got at this new year....

Ciao...

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