There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
Pictures of you
* Remembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white So delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark Remembering You how you used to be Slow drowned You were angels So much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes But I never see anything
Eloisa to Abelard
¡Qué feliz es la suerte de los inocentes libre de culpas. Olvidandose del mundo, y por el mundo olvidados. ¡Eterno resplandor de la mente sin recuerdos! Cada plegaria aceptada, cada antojo vencido..
Pure is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another