The Nameless 2 3 comments

15 Aug 2003 @ 16:57, by Quidnovi Artwork: The Röhrig Tarot, Card XX To Richard: Follow up to The Riddle of pain (The Nameless) Man never truly possess anything Not its strength, not its weakness, not its heart. When it opens its arms Its shadow forms a cross. When it tries to embrace happiness It crushes it. Its life is a strange and painful divorce. There is no happy love. Our lives resemble Those soulless soldiers Who have been groomed For a different fate. Why should they rise in the morning When nightime finds them Disarmed, uncertain? Say these words And hold back your tears: There is no happy love. My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart, I carry you in me like a wounded bird Those who unknowingly Watch us walk by Repeat after me my words and sigh, They have already died in your bright eyes, There is no happy love. By the time we learn to live, It's already too late. Our hearts cry in unison at night. It takes many regrets to pay for a thrill, Many a misfortune for the simplest song, Many a tear for a guitar melody. There is no happy love. Poem by Louis Aragon: "Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux"

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22 Aug 2003 @ 12:54 by martha : well francis
I'm glad I'm a woman then. I've known lots of happy love. LOL (and some not so happy love also)  

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