tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538695525157052453.post2406788026734530767..comments2023-03-25T15:12:54.246+02:00Comments on La noche: untitledLa nochehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18382778939545882071noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538695525157052453.post-8878393112991576582009-12-30T02:57:57.162+02:002009-12-30T02:57:57.162+02:00"κάθε πρώι ξυπνάω ώστε να μπορέσω να περιμένω..."κάθε πρώι ξυπνάω ώστε να μπορέσω να περιμένω την νύχτα" είχα ακούσει κάποιον να λέει. δεν θυμάμαι που δεν θυμάμαι ποιόν απλά θυμάμαι τα λόγια του.<br />η νύχτα έχει να πεί πολλά. το πιστεύω αυτό. συνέχισε.<br /><br />καλή σου νύχτα.sewed up.?https://www.blogger.com/profile/05666796009683644528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538695525157052453.post-34400467110801241202009-12-29T20:35:24.276+02:002009-12-29T20:35:24.276+02:00They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kit...They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,<br /> And along the trampled edges of the street<br /> I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids<br /> Sprouting despondently at area gates.<br /> <br /> The brown waves of fog toss up to me<br /> Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,<br /> And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts<br /> An aimless smile that hovers in the air<br /> And vanishes along the level of the roofs.<br /><br /><br />(T. S. Eliot - Morning At The Window)allesallesnichtshttp://allesallesnichts.blog.denoreply@blogger.com