Sharp metallic percussion of dropping scattering coins. They walked ostentatiously, spilling spare change all over the wet rainbow marble pavements.

Faded ideas to take to heaven

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Chirag-i-Dair

Said I one night to a pristine seer
(Who knew the secrets of whirling time)
"Sir, you well perceive
That goodness and faith,
Fidelity and love
Have all departed from this sorry land
Father and son are at each other's throat;
Brother fights brother, Unity and federation are undermined
Despite all these ominous signs,
Why has not Doomsday come?
Who holds the reins of the Final Catastrophe?
The hoary old man of lucent ken
Pointed towards Kashi and gently smiled
"The Architect", he said, "is fond of this edifice
Because of which there is color in life; He
Would not like it to perish and fall."

(Mirza Ghalib, Benares, 1827)

Some velvet morning when I'm straight...

Sale demonios

"The sick is in your head," said Viktor. Dismissively.
"Yes, and so is everything else. You're in my head, Viktor. Get out!"

i sit here trying to think myself into the head that brought you all these words