Monday, March 09, 2009
wake up
i still can't find my way..
my eyes aren't mine..
tell me which way to go..
it is too dark..
how can i make me,
wake up.
i still can't find my way..
my eyes aren't mine..
tell me which way to go..
it is too dark..
how can i make me,
wake up.
The parents...
My Dad is a by-product of UK Settlers from clans of different and very confusing vocal tones, whilst
My Mum is an intercontinental ethnicity exchange from the south of americas to southwest asia and the far east.
I have...
Black hair with natural light brown highlights
Has mainly dark brown eyes
but produces different shades
in different lightings, with Athletic Body Type
stands 6 foot 2 6'3 with smooth body skin
and a bit of hairyish from the neck up
educated in both American&British International Schools(ISA and Aiglon) from Pre-Kindergarten to HighSchool(6th Form), Finished a Business course from a University at UK
I speak...
(Mother Tongue) English
Is in for....
movies, foods(cooking), dogs, music, cars, sports, caps&hats,
magazines, posters, arts&crafts, net surfing, reading, travelling,
mountains&beaches, parties&raves, sexy ladies and clothings
Is delighted with....
Romanticist & Impressionist and wants to meander back to the 18th century
Is into the works of...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth, Edward Estlin (E.E.) Cummings, William Butler Yeats, Robert Lee Frost, John Keats, Victor Hugo, George Gordon Byron, Henrich Heine, Guy de Maupassant, Edgar Allan Poe, Elizabeth Barret Browning/Robert Browning, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, William Faulkner, Thomas Stearns (T.S.) Eliot, Ernest Hemingway, Michael Hamburger, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rjin, Sir Anthony Vandyke, Vincent van Gogh Eugene Delacroix, Kees van Dongen, Claude Monet, Camille Pissaro, Franz Peter Schubert, Ludwig van Beethoven, Johann Strauss Robert Schumann, Hector Berlioz, Alexandre Bizet, Maurice Ravel, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Alexandre "Dumas père" Dumas, William Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin, Christina Georgina Rossetti
Is an ONLY CHILD, conclusively saying
I AM A BRAT.
Instant Messenger Handles:
Google Talk::
phillippe.seton@gmail.com
MSN::
phillippe.seton@hotmail.com
YM::
phillippe.seton@yahoo.co.uk
Hazimeister
1 sick thoughts:
sonnet xvii
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
i'm borrowing this from pablo neruda. in case you forget because time can make you do that. i will not say goodbye because i promised.
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