Social Pariah,
Tom Hiddleston – One Cigarette by Edwin Morgan
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
Your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray;
And sent up a long thread of such quiet grey.
I smiled to wonder, who would believe its signal of so much love.
One cigarette, in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire, trembles up;
A sudden draft blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again,
And I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back into dark.
Till I hear the very ash,
Sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
After you left,
Your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray;
And sent up a long thread of such quiet grey.
I smiled to wonder, who would believe its signal of so much love.
One cigarette, in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire, trembles up;
A sudden draft blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again,
And I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back into dark.
Till I hear the very ash,
Sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
حس میکنم میتونند تو لغتنامه جلوی کلمهٔ اجتماعی "≠" بذارند + عکس من. :))
Social Pariah,
Led Zeppelin & Pink Floyd – Knockin On Heavens Door
از خوبیای تکنولوژی.
In the depth of the night, where we used to lie back and see the moonlight; how those yet sing and cry, how those yet have to live and die.
صدا و تصویر یه بخش بزرگی از کودکیم سریال «کمربندها را ببندیم» بود. نمیدونم سطح طنزش الان در نظرم چطوره، یا اگه اصلا بازم اونقدر خوشحال میشم از دیدنش. اما با خوندن خبر فوت فتحعلی اویسی یادم افتاد چقدر زمان گذشته، چقدر همهچیز تغییر کرده؛ نمیگم کاش بچه بودم، ولی کاش همون قدر همهچی واسم ساده بود و تلویزیون ایران هنوز خندهدار.
نمیدونم خیلی وقت بود سریال خوبی ندیده بودم یا اینکه The Night Manager واقعا قشنگ بود.