lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

Mrs. Johnson, What Were You Thinking About?


This can't last. This misery can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. They'll come a time in the future when I shan't mind about this anymore. But I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how silly I was. No, no I don't want that time to come hither. I want to remember every minute, always, always to the end of my days.
I was too pleased to meet you
Loving you´ll bring me grief.
Impossible task, erasing you,
tough the encounter was so brief.

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