count webpage visitv>8jq17g7/DVwlrxkj5/bg_body.gif Cigarettes and diet coke
We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day….

"We Have Not Long to Love," Tennessee Williams (via commovente)
yo que todo lo prostituí, aún puedo
prostituir mi muerte y hacer
de mi cadáver el último poema.

Fragmento de Dedicatoria, Leopoldo María Panero (via poesianoerestu)

alteregoempire:

I’m a renaissance man, you wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. I just ate half a pizza, almost had an orgasm because it was so good. Then I smoked a cigarette, ate the other half, and smoked another cigarette.