Henry Rollins, American Singer and Poet

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Henry David Thoreau

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862

For no One

Beatles

Your day breaks, your mind aches,
You find that all her words
Of kindness linger on,
When she no longer needs you.

She wakes up, she makes up,
She takes her time and doesn't
Feel she has to hurry,
She no longer needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

You want her, you need her,
And yet you don't believe her,
When she says her love is dead,
You think she needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

You stay home, she goes out,
She says that long ago
She knew someone but now,he's gone,
She doesn't need him.

Your day breaks, your mind aches,
There will be times when all the things
She said will fill your head,
You won't forget her.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

Charles Baudelaire

The true travellers are those who leave just for the sake of it.

April Fool´s Day

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence, my friends call it.

Edgar Allan Poe

When I'm sixty-four

Beatles

When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse
when your light have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage on the
Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer fill in a form
mine forever more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.