At this stage in my life I don’t think I'm going to write anything worthwhile.

miércoles, 11 de junio de 2014


Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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