Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

So yesterday when my step-granddad, Dan, walks in and said "Michael Jackson dies" I was basically waiting for the punchline. Then I was waiting to explain to him that I hate jokes like that (i.e, dead babies, hellen keller, jew). But it was true. So today I feel the urge to listen to him, the prince of pop, and whatnot.

And Ferrah Fawcett, which is even more sadness in itself. Now I dont feel like typing anymore. Here::











Pablo Neruda
I Like You When You Are Quiet

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.

I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.

Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

Get in touch with it all today. Its a good horoscope friday, ive been in need of one of those. also my little sisters birthday which is the second cutest thing in the world.