.-"where Delilah sings her songs of love".- D.R. / "Oisive jeunesse
À tout asservie,
Par délicatesse.
J'ai perdu ma vie.
Ah! Que le temps vienne
Où les cœurs s'éprennent!" A.R.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
and bright sounds..
translated by Baudelaire Jones
All is seen... The vision gleams in the air. All is had... The distant sound of cities at night, In sunlight, always. All is known... Chaos! Disorder! These are the stuff of life. Departure while love yet lingers, And bright sounds.
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