quarta-feira, outubro 23, 2002
E olhem só o que o Nemo me mandou por email:
London
(Words by William Blake [1757 - 1827])
I wander through these chartered streets
near where the chartered Thames does flow
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
in every cry of every man
in every infant's cry of fear
in every voice, in every ban
the mind-forged manacles I hear
how the chimney-sweeper's cry
every blackening church appals
and the hapless soldier's sigh
runs in blood down palace walls
but most, through midnight streets I hear
how the youthful harlot's curse
blasts the new-born infant's tear
and blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
I wander through each chartered street
near where the chartered Thames does flow
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
Cheers, mate.
posted by
Viviane at 6:01:00 PM
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