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تريدلك امتحان يفرحك ماكو

‏"ثم تشعر بأنك متعب، من كل شيء ومن اللاشيء، تود لو أنه بإمكانك أن تغمض عينيك فقط، وينتهي كل شيء."

كيفَ من المُمكن يا ميلينا ألّا تشعري تجاهي بالخوف أو الاشمئزاز أو أيّ شيءِ آخر مشابه لذلك؟.

Funeral Blues By W. H. Auden He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues By W. H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

‏ألا أكون مرة أخرى، وإلى الأبد، الطرف الأكثر حماسة.