Sunday, November 11, 2012

Ela


"She is coming, my own, my sweet;
    Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
    Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
    Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
    And blossom in purple and red."


A última estrofe de "Maud" de Alfred Tennyson

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

deep breath...and much love

Paulodaluzmoreira said...

Viu, "anônima"? Foi reclamar que eu tinha tew cortado da outra foto...

sabina anzuategui said...

Bonito e lúgubre.