sábado, maio 17, 2003
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
--The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1
Shakespeare, obviamente. Long live the Bard.
(dedicado especialmente a Jackie, Soraya e Luciana - my partners in crime)
posted by
Viviane at 10:30:00 PM
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