don't mean to spam, but!!
The poem on Bree's myspace? It's:
My friend Fowad wrote this poem & thought it was really great:
OPEN UP YOUR WINDOW AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN FIND,
SO MUCH INFORMATION TO EDUCATE YOUR MIND.
OPEN UP YOUR WINDOW IT WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH AND CRY,
BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE AND A TEAR TO YOUR EYE.
OPEN UP YOUR WINDOW AND ONE DAY YOU WILL SEE,
THERE NEVER WAS A WINDOW JUST A GIRL NAMED BREE.
ok? So, here is a poem by Charles Baudelaire AND translated by Aleister Crowley:
Whoso looks from without into an open window never sees so much as he who looks at a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more fertile, more darksome, more dazzling, than a window lighted by a candle. [What one may see in sunlight is always less interesting than what passes behind the glass. In this black or shining cavity life lives, life dreams, life suffers.]
Beyond the waves of roof I see a woman, middle-aged, already wrinkled, poor, always bending. She never goes out. With her face, her clothing, her gesture - almost nothing - I have reconstructed the story of this woman - or rather, her legend, and sometimes I tell it to myself, and weep.
If it had been a poor old man, I could have reconstructed his history just as easily.
And I lie down to sleep, proud of having lived and suffered in others.
Perhaps you will say to me, "Are you sure that your fairy tale is true?"
What does outside reality matter to me, if my imagination has helped me to live, to feel what I am?
(source:
http://www.billheidrick.com/tlc1999/tlc1099.htm#cc1)
You see the similarities? Creepy eh?