dinsdag 26 februari 2013

Has it been so long already? :(


Abstract


So Dracula, it was all your fault?


Ik haat en ik bemin



Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

The Soldier



If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse, in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

You are the apple of my eye