Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

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.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.

nothing much done,
another deadly Sunday afternoon,
as always expected.
sometimes I think it's these boring Sunday afternoons
which takes me to the end.
not yet, but surely sometime not far away,
when the sun shines and for life, people pray.
I look it over as I always do,
something this time makes it feel new.
though I miss you and wish you were here by my side
I can't deny I feel good not to have you on my sight.
so I guess it's again,
how it always used to be
until maybe some Sunday afternoon,
I'll make myself free.
you don't know what I mean.

I write your name proudly on the top of the letter
as I'm writing the name of a hero
you left with the thought that things ain't gonna get better
now I collect your notes and your pictures from your bureau
June , 13 , I will always regret
I could have hugged you tighter
your time hasn't come yet
you will always be a fighter

I danced with the devil, I danced all night
He took my hand, for a while held me tight
I kissed the devil, I had me in his sight
I worshiped the devil, everything felt alright
He wrapped his arms round my waist
He kissed me , it was the sweetest taste
Someone knocked on the door, devil roared
His clock on my shoulder, my shadow he chased
I fell in devil's arms , he looked into my eyes
"I love you truly though I'm the master of the lies"
Tonight devil fooled me , he made me laugh , I cried
I worshiped the holy devil, the devil was the wise
"I'll get you in the darkness , I'll show you what to see
I'll get you where you want to , the place you want to be
You choose to leave or love me , you choose where to stay
I'll let you in or tell you out , you see, I let you free"
I took the devil's hand ,  fully obeyed his rule
I kissed the devil hard, blinded I'm the fool
I looked into his eyes, a total lover's sight
We loved each other truly, the night was cruel
I never saw the morning, I was trapped in that night
Devil loved me truly, his loved I almost denied
Devil may now hate me , or look for me in the dark
My soul lost and my body wanders , I fell off devil's height
To you I write , dear devil, I love you darling still
I love you deeply baby, and that's all I can feel
I left you, I'm so sorry , I though you didn't mind
You now may try to find me , but my soul will never heal
I wish to see you once more, even if it's in a dream
I wish to feel the cool breeze once more upon your hill
I'll post this to the darkness, the place you took me the night
I'll follow the postbirds, to find my lover's sight

Me, I play the piano
said one
me, I play the violin
said another
me the harp, me the banjo
me the cello
me the bagpipes, me the flute
and me, a rattle.
And they talked talked
talked about what they played.
No music was heard
everyone talked
talked talked
and no one played
but in a corner one man remained silent:
"And you, Sir, who remain silent and say nothing,
what instrument do you play?"
the musicians asked him.
"Me, I play the barrel *****
and I also play the knife,"
said the man who until now
had said absolutely nothing
and then he advanced knife in hand
and killed all the musicians
and played the barrel *****
and his music was so true
and so lively and so pretty
that the daughter of the house’s owner
came out from under the piano
where she lay bored to sleep
and said:
"Me, I played hoop
ball, chase
I played hopscotch
I played with a pail
I played with a shovel
I played house
I played tag
I played with my dolls
I played with a parasol
I played with my little brother
with my little sister
I played cops
and robbers
but that’s over over over
I want to play assassin
I want to play the barrel *****."
And the man took the little girl by the hand
and they went into towns
into houses, into gardens
and killed as many people as possible
after which they married
and had many children.
But
the oldest learned piano
the second, violin
the third, harp
the fourth, the rattle
the fifth, cello
and they all took to talking talking
talking talking talking
so that no more music was heard
and all was set to begin again!