Put on headphones and Louis is on left and Harry on right!

(I also did same kind of thing of ‘Diana’ back in the day! Click! )

(via larrygay)

Un día en el camino que cruzaban nuestras almas, surgió una sombra de odio, que nos apartó a los dos, y desde aquel instante, mejor fuera morir. Ni cerca ni distante podemos ya vivir.


Let the wind carry us
Through the clouds, hurry up, all right
We can travel so far
As our eyes can see

We go where no one goes
We slow for no one
Can not follow us

Awake in the sky
We break up so high, all right
Let’s make it around, let’s savour it

We go where no one goes
We slow for no one
Can not follow us

We slow for no one
We go where no one goes

We go where no one goes 

Song of myself XI

Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.

She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
Which of the young men does she like the best?
Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.

Where are you off to, lady? For I see you,
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.

Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather,
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

The beards of the young men glisten’d with wet, it ran from their long hair,
Little streams pass’d over their bodies.

An unseen hand also pass’d over their bodies,
It descended trembling from their temples and ribs.

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with the pendant and bending arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray.

-Walt Whitman