r_m_rilke @ 2004-12-15T20:17:00
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Tuesday, December 7, 2004
Queen Victoria Hotel Reviews Pattaya
r_m_rilke @ 2004-12-07T16:36:00
you go away from me, you hour.
wounds hits me in your wings.
But what shall I with my mouth?
with my night? with my day?
I have no Beloved, no house, no
agency by which I live.
All things that I give myself
be rich and spend me.
Der Dichter
you go away from me, you hour.
wounds hits me in your wings.
But what shall I with my mouth?
with my night? with my day?
I have no Beloved, no house, no
agency by which I live.
All things that I give myself
be rich and spend me.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Cell Phone External Monitor
r_m_rilke @ 2004-10-27T17:55:00
На станции безлюдной чей-то взгляд
приветствовал, probably both.
Blessed is he that as the son of a brother -
instant opinion - in whom he had come to life again?
string broke off, but fret
violin weaves all of a sudden night air.
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(Перевод В. Летучего)На станции безлюдной чей-то взгляд
приветствовал, probably both.
Blessed is he that as the son of a brother -
instant opinion - in whom he had come to life again?
string broke off, but fret
violin weaves all of a sudden night air.
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