segunda-feira, 29 de novembro de 2010

Cai neve sobre a Magnólia

3 comentários:

Guilherme Salem disse...

Que boa homenagem teremusado aquela fabulosa foto , que sempre admirei. beijos.

Anónimo disse...

~Funeral Blues~

Stop all the clocks, cutt off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message (S)he Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

(S)he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Filomena Barata disse...

Gostei imenso deste blogue.