Çarşamba, Temmuz 7

The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

(...)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.(...)

Pazar, Temmuz 4


döndüm!!
dünyanın en güzel tatilinden tek bir resim o zaman huzurunuza;
...
prag :)