Monday, 13 August 2012

Poetry.

Watching "Anonymous". The young Earl of Oxford..and the older one's room (full of stars, and books)..what beauty. No wonder the queen falls for him. :) (..ok, well..after watching the whole film: not considering the fact that she turns out to be his mother:/..how gross. but still a wonderful story)



I really wish I had my brains and my concentration back..to write with a focus.