About Me:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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Hello there, Thanks for visit my profile, and read it.
Now come and leave a Hi, ;)

I must to admit for the first time, that, I have always loved the deserts, maybe its faul of "Le Petit Prince" but, however I have liked them since I was a kid. Its amazing how something so calid can look so dead. One person might think that its a dead nature and most of it may look like that, but that kind of things show us that all that matters is beneath of all that the eyes see.

El Culto

Likes:

Poetry, The Sun, The Coffee, Hugs of Friends, The Candels and Incense.
Talk, Laugh with my friends, Look at the sky, Music and The Beach.

Dislikes:

The Thunders, Sadness, The Goodbye's, Humidity, Broken Hearts.

Music:

Lacrimosa, TheSinsOfThyBeloved, Therion, Epica, Guns and Roses, Alice in Chains, AFI, HIM, Virgin Black, Paul Van Dyk, Alpha, Zazie, Plaid, Bjork, Radiohead and many more...

Adds:

Well... add me to any of your lists, I'll apreciate if you send me at least a note talking =)