17.2.2014 | 15:50
δεν ειναι εξομολόγηση
Δεν ξέρω από ποιήματα το βρήκα τυχαία και μου άρεσε πολύ οπότε ήθελα ν το μοιραστώ με κάποιον!!Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a sword!Some kill their love when they are young,And some when they are old;Some strangle with the hands of Lust,Some with the hands of Gold:The kindest use a knife, becauseThe dead so soon grow cold.Some love too little, some too long,Some sell, and others buy;Some do the deed with many tears,And some without a sigh:For each man kills the thing he loves,Yet each man does not die.― Oscar Wilde
