Art is long and time is fleeting and our hearts though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating, Funeral marches to the grave..
"The flowers of evil"-C.Baudelaire
3.8.07
My dream
My dream is to fly.. over the rainbow..so high!! I try to fly away..
Καλή μας εβδομάδα.. το τραγουδάκι που ακούτε δεν έχει σχέση αλλά έλα που το γουστάρωω ;)
