Ο κόσμος είναι πολύ μικρός και οι πληροφορίες πάρα πολλές. Χτυπάνε στα αυτιά και στα μάτια μας καθώς πέφτουν με ορμή από ψηλά. Εμείς εκστατικοί με γουρλωμένα τα κόκκινα από τις οθόνες μάτια μας καταβροχθίζουμε info.
Δυο ζωγράφοι ερωτευμένοι χωρίς να γνωρίζονται. Ο ένας πεθαίνει. Ο άλλος του αφιερώνει ένα του έργο.
Την επόμενη φορά που θα υποψιαστείς ότι σε φλερτάρουν, δέξου την πρόκληση και ήλπιζε να γίνει σύντομα πρόσκληση.
Warner Mack-Be Proud of your Man
Help me don't hurt me be proud of your man
Walkwith me not on me talk to me not about me
Help medon't hurt me be proud of your man
Laugh with menot at me look at me not through me
Face me don't disgrace me be proud of your man
Help me don't hurt me be proud of your man
Pullwith me not against me see some good in the bad inme
Be asure me don't destroy me be proud of yourman
Be behind me not above me hold me don'tcontrol me
Help me don't hurt me be proud of yourman
Help me don't hurt me be proud of your man
Walkwith me not on me talk to me not about me
Help medon't hurt me be proud of your man
Laugh with menot at me look at me not through me
Face me don't disgrace me be proud of your man
Help me don't hurt me be proud of your man
Pullwith me not against me see some good in the bad inme
Be asure me don't destroy me be proud of yourman
Be behind me not above me hold me don'tcontrol me
Help me don't hurt me be proud of yourman
Help me don't hurt me be proud of your man
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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, because
The 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.
eventually
o kosmos einai mikros, skliros ,kai soyrealistikos.
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