Saudade Verde
In the lazy water meadows,
I lay me down.
All around me, golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
bringing sounds of yesterday in to this city room.
jueves, marzo 01, 2007
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Shall I compare thee to a summer´s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer´s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm´d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature´s changing course untrimm´d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wander´st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Sublime
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