Sunday, November 11, 2012


"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


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.