I'm walkin' through streets that are dead
Walkin', walkin' with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping.
(Bob Dylan, "Love Sick", 1997)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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Μπας και βρισκεται στον πατο της Κολασης, Κυριε, η πορτα της Παραδεισος; (Ν. Καζαντζακης, "Αδερφοφαδες")
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