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Guest		Between (a lyric) Between the sea and the sky I’ll stand on my own Like leaves that fall from high When summer of dreams is down The autumn cam yesterday With flowers that were lost Now winter is here in gray And footsteps of green tossed Between the sea and the sky The river is always calling Through times and between goodbye That inside the heart is falling Like a day going to night With the hours of its dream Lost in a lonely flight Where love sometimes nowhere seem Between two hearts of ours There are spaces of many more Among the deep seed flowers Those grow up to be a petal star Man is made of love to give And struggles with this in living There’s nothing to die but live In a hope for its dream to give Peter S Quinn (85.197.227.36), on November 25, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Member		great idea Nizar, on October 16, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Member		Nice and interesting fotowork. I just ask myself how this can be a cartoon??? volkertoons, on October 16, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

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Time Is Greedy

by BenHeine
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The Clock

By Charles Baudelaire

Impassive clock! Terrifying, sinister god,
Whose finger threatens us and says: "Remember!
The quivering Sorrows will soon be shot
Into your fearful heart, as into a target;

Nebulous pleasure will flee toward the horizon
Like an actress who disappears into the wings;
Every instant devours a piece of the pleasure
Granted to every man for his entire season.

Three thousand six hundred times an hour, Second
Whispers: Remember!  Immediately
With his insect voice, Now says: I am the Past
And I have sucked out your life with my filthy trunk!

Remember! Souviens-toi, spendthrift! Esto memor!
(My metal throat can speak all languages.)
Minutes, blithesome mortal, are bits of ore
That you must not release without extracting the gold!

Remember, Time is a greedy player
Who wins without cheating, every round! It's the law.
The daylight wanes; the night deepens; remember!
The abyss thirsts always; the water-clock runs low.

Soon will sound the hour when divine Chance,
When august Virtue, your still virgin wife,
When even Repentance (the very last of inns!),
When all will say: Die, old coward! it is too late!"

(Poem's source : http://fleursdumal.org)