Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees,
And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease.
Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream,
And when I cried Love me to my friend, she began to scream.
Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain.
To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.
On the rock a baked sea-serpent lies,
And his eyelid close tightly over his violent eyes,
And I fear that his eyes will open and confound me with a mirthless word,
That the rocks will harp on for ever, and my Love me never be heard.
Stevie Smith
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Decidi colgar este escrito...de Stevie Smith por alguna razon...que aun no lo se con claridad solo aquellos momentos extraños (heey...suena raro xD)
Well...I Think...That is complicated
to explain...but maybe later I will do it
yeah...in private.
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