bluecolors
"esta pagina es para los amantes del azul"
porque es una forman de pensar ......
es una forma de vivir y de sentir.....
es tallar el alma en azul........
funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the messageHe Is Dead,Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. She was my North, my South,my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;Ithought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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