Advertising Console


    Cube ocube

    par Cube ocube

    1 136 vues

    1 commentaire

    Bonjour et encore merci de m'avoir fait "rencontrer" un autre BB sur cette belle interprétation d'Elvis - je suppose -

    Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,
    He hath awaken'd from the dream of life;
    'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
    With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
    And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
    Invulnerable nothings. We decay
    Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
    Convulse us and consume us day by day,
    And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

    An Elegy on the Death of John Keats, Author of Endymion, Hyperion, etc.
    Par ElinaIl y a 9 ans