We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.

6 Dec 2013

Πριν κάμποσους μήνες η πολύ αγαπητή Nemo σχολίασε το παρακάτω σε μια ανάρτησή μου. Και να τώρα που πάλι δικαιώνεται ο συγγραφεύς. 

Bloody (wo)men are like bloody buses —
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

― Wendy Cope, Serious Concerns



2 comments:

Nemo said...

Oh yes. Muprhy reigns supreme, babe...
;)

Abraxas said...

Πρέπει να βρεθεί μια λύση βέβαια :D