tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621389327468412588.post8727660132560035960..comments2023-10-22T20:58:45.575+09:00Comments on The Last Nan Ban Jin: Um Ordálio De Rosas ou O Homem Que Queria Todo Ele Ser Corpo...NanBanJinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09329620140984790176noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621389327468412588.post-32485044891739100872010-11-11T18:53:31.713+09:002010-11-11T18:53:31.713+09:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3reb4SFin8
Beijo ...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3reb4SFin8<br /><br />Beijo agradecimentoblueangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10489682468150827973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621389327468412588.post-32089805924946719522010-11-11T15:17:41.172+09:002010-11-11T15:17:41.172+09:00Obrigado eu, do Coração, Blue.
Este é para ti.
B...Obrigado eu, do Coração, Blue.<br /><br />Este é para ti.<br /><br />Bjx.<br /><br />NBJNanBanJinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09329620140984790176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621389327468412588.post-55179149515393294502010-11-11T08:02:36.809+09:002010-11-11T08:02:36.809+09:00Chest
''Death is not necessarily an old a...Chest<br /><br />''Death is not necessarily an old and withered book<br />with dry pages.<br />It can be a thousand leaves<br />of strong and shining text<br />on a powerful body,<br />held erect on the vertebrae of a strong spine.<br /><br /> The heart hardly breathes because quietus has been reached,<br />the torso is like a rock,<br />the legs are rooted, the ink is dependable.<br /> <br />if the words of death should be considered faded and<br />sere - where could be the dignity in dying?<br /><br />Unlike water, paper does not freeze or condense into steam. It does not boil.<br />The book to end all books.<br />The final book.<br />After this, there is no more writing<br />no more publishing.<br />The publisher should retire <br /><br />The eyes grow weak, the light dims.<br />The eyes squint. They blink.''<br /><br />Belly<br /><br />''The world is prey to a failing of focus.<br />The ink grows fainter but the print grows larger. In the end, the pages only whisper in deference.<br />Desire lessens.<br />Although dreams of love still linger,<br />The hopes of consummation grow less,<br />What could be the end of all these hopes and desires?''<br />...<br /><br />NBJ....Hoje perfuras a minha Alma com o que vai além do Belo....<br />Só te posso agradecer por estes 2 ultimos 'posts' sobre Mishima.<br />Um abraço sensibilizado.<br />Blueblueangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10489682468150827973noreply@blogger.com