Wednesday, April 28, 2004

literary diversions

And all I loved, I loved alone. {Alone/Edgar Allan Poe}

One day/the horses will live in the saloons/and the enraged ants/will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the/eyes of cows {city that does not sleep/Frederico Garcia Lorca}

aaj ek harf ko phir Dhuu.NDataa phirataa hai khayaal {Faiz | see also: the In Custody soundtrack}

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