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November 3, 2007
bad luck
To lift such a heavy weight, Sisyphus, a man would need your courage.
Though we work with a good heart, Art is long and Time is fleeting.
Far from the tombs of the famous, towards a lonely graveyard, my heart,
Like a muffled drum, goes beating funeral marches.
Many a gem sleeps buried in dark forgetfulness, far, far from picks and plumb-lines;
Many a flower unwillingly looses its perfume, sweet as a secret, in deep solitudes.
Baudelaire
Posted by amin at November 3, 2007 12:39 PM