The Cure: new wave, pop, rock.
I never thought that I would find myself
In bed amongst the stones
The columns are all men
Begging to crush me
No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes
And no flags wave me home
“All cats are grey” the Cure
Invece di uccidere e morire per diventare quello che non siamo, dovremo vivere e lasciare vivere per creare quello che realmente siamo.
Albert Camus
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