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About Me Member Antagonist bastian1114Male/France Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Fri Dec 2, 2005, 10:39 AM
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.

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  • Current Residence: París, France
  • Interests: écriture, photographie, théâtre.
  • Favourite movie: Jean Coteau, tout le temps.
  • Favourite band or musician: Mozarth, Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major.
  • Favourite artist: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, Antoni Durá, Osbaldo Barra
  • Favourite poet or writer: Yeats, Nathaniel Hawthorne.

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:icondeirge:
Precioso, me fascinó tu nota D

T E A M O

(si, soy una sentimental :D)
:icondeirge:
Hola guapo guapo. :D Ahora si te mereces un mordisco, un arañazo, un besito etc etc etc etc
:icondeirge:
jajajajajajaja, hola precioso adorado mio.

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:icondeirge:
Hola precioso :D

Te adoro!
ajajaajajajaajajajajaa, me hizo mucha Gracia tu notita :D

:love: ( OH, si, entré en la locura cursi del emoticon)
:icondeirge:
ma beau arcane! :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
:icondeirge:
Me extrañas verdad?

:D
:iconbastian1114:
tout le temps, mon amour.


Ah, ma petit sorciere...

--
Into My Own

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th eedge of doom.

Robert Frost.

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