Não venham os falcões e o vazio não terá olhos
Para chorar, nem o arado mãos para ferir o verde,
Nem os vales palavra para te dizer nas flechas
Da luz e na tecelagem do ar. O olvido dos homens
E das coisas apagará o teu esqueleto magro.
As estações jubilarão de novo no uivo dos lobos.
O coração falará das últimas coisas sem mágoa.
Quem te criou, terra de névoa, para que fosses
O tremente e baço espelho da minha alma?
Exaurido como um deus lento, no ferver da cal,
Como um ralo, quase cantor. Nada tem peso,
Dor, amor, pensar, dentro do escarlate líquido
De um crepúsculo céltico. Não te orgulhes,
Ó morte, por te acercares de um poeta
Com os prenúncios da treva, o decreto do tempo.
Vestido de que casca de ferro te enfrentaria?
Honra-o, porque não se move, não se move.
Lord of Erewhon
Para chorar, nem o arado mãos para ferir o verde,
Nem os vales palavra para te dizer nas flechas
Da luz e na tecelagem do ar. O olvido dos homens
E das coisas apagará o teu esqueleto magro.
As estações jubilarão de novo no uivo dos lobos.
O coração falará das últimas coisas sem mágoa.
Quem te criou, terra de névoa, para que fosses
O tremente e baço espelho da minha alma?
Exaurido como um deus lento, no ferver da cal,
Como um ralo, quase cantor. Nada tem peso,
Dor, amor, pensar, dentro do escarlate líquido
De um crepúsculo céltico. Não te orgulhes,
Ó morte, por te acercares de um poeta
Com os prenúncios da treva, o decreto do tempo.
Vestido de que casca de ferro te enfrentaria?
Honra-o, porque não se move, não se move.
Lord of Erewhon
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LOL!
A-R?
;)
Abraço.
«Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '02, wear black.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, wearing black would be it.
The long-term benefits of wearing black have been proven by Goths, death rockers, and other kinds of freaks, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your corset. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your corset until someone sees how fat you are without it. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now what a marvelous piece of clothing a corset is, and how fabulous you really looked. You are now fatter than you imagined.
Don't worry about if you're Gother than me. Or worry, but know that worrying is as affective as trying to apply your foundation after your eyeliner has set. And you STILL won't be Gother than me. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that close most of the stores just before you wake up.
Do one thing every day that scares normal people.
Sing This Corrosion to them…
Don't be reckless with other peoples' cloves; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss after every pack.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're the sub, sometimes you're the dom.
The whip is long and in the end, you're only whipping yourself.
Remember compliments about your makeup. Avenge the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, people will be afraid of you... and justifiably so.
Keep your old club flyers; throw away your old love letters.
Sleep… during the day.
Don't feel guilty if you think you'll be less Goth as you get older. The most interesting Goths I know were ravers at 16 when they finally got some sense beat into them, some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know are Gother than I am.
Get plenty of caffeine.
Be kind to brain cells, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you're bisexual.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you're smart.
Maybe you'll wear a suit and work for a bank at 25, maybe you'll dance at Slimelight on their 40th anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Better yet, enjoy someone else's.
Use it every way you can, and don't be afraid of what other people think you're doing. They're just going to go home and spank their monkeys anyway.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but that really crowded spot by the bar.
Read the lyrics even if they're all in German.
Do not look at pictures in Newgrave or Gothic Beauty. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know the DJ and the door guy.
You never know when this club will be gone but they'll need a bartender at the new one.
Be nice to the Goths who have cars.
They are your best ride to shows and the people most likely to give you a ride home after.
Understand that clubs come and go. That's it… clubs come and go…
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, for there are budding Goths in places like Kentucky that need guidance.
Go to Convergence once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Go to Projekt Fest once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Don't be afraid to listen to music that came out after 1990.
Accept certain inalienable truths: drink prices will get higher, boots will get shorter, you too will get old and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, drink prices were reasonable, 14-eyed Docs went to your knees, and people respected older Goths.
Respect older Goths.
Don't expect any band to put you on the guest list, but be grateful when they do.
Maybe you have a job, maybe you'll have a sugar daddy but you'll never know when either one will get sick of you.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're twenty, it will be hard to get a job.
Be careful who tells you what's Goth and what's not.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of trying to pass on your own Gothness to another generation without actually having children.
But trust me on wearing black.»
Node Out, «Free To Wear Black».
;)
Abraço.
I know that
Free black clothes!!!
Free black words :)
A escrita de Erewhon é das pouquíssimas hoje a cumprir o trabalho (a missão) da grande Arte: estar - levar-nos - à inteira altura do abismo. E os seus archotes negros rasgam a luz.
Abraço, Lorde.
That's my vampire!
That's my vampire! [2]
:)
Sublime! O resto já foi dito pelo Casimiro.
That's my vampire!³
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