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“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.”
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
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lunes, 10 de agosto de 2015
viernes, 7 de agosto de 2015
martes, 4 de agosto de 2015
Do you remember me?
I killed your family
And now I’m going to kill you too
I made your brother bleed
I made your father scream
And I made your mother say those things she said to me
She said “do with me what you want but please don’t hurt my family
Take my pride, take my life, take my body but don’t take the ones that are close to me
Take my pride, take my life, take my body but don’t take the ones that I love”
And I continued without mercy
So I looked into your eyes and I saw the reflection
Of a coward you and I both hate very much
And then I grabbed the knife
And I let the blood out of your throat
And I smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull
And I got to thinking that
If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven
If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven
If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven
If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven
Might go to heaven
But probably not
lunes, 3 de agosto de 2015
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