Monday, August 21, 2006
The Outsiders
The OutsidersTell me, whom do you love most, you enigmatic man: your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?
I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
Your friends?
You're using a word I've never understood.
Your country?
I don't know where that might lie.
Beauty?
I would love her with all my heart, if only she were a goddess and immortal.
Money?
I hate it as you hate God.
Well then, what do
you love, you strange outsider?
I love clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there.. those lovely clouds!
~Charles Boudelaire
Myra Abd Kadir~ at 10:56
