We’re on a road to nowhere Come on inside * Takin’ that ride to nowhere We’ll take that ride
4.03.2006
Wastes
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. [...]
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T.S. Eliot grande
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