sexta-feira, março 04, 2005
Impossível ver Menina de Ouro e não chorar. Mas com isto, Clint Eastwood me levou a soluços.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
(1892)
(para Juliana e Clarissa, companheiras de noitadas cinematográficas, e pra Doutora Juliane, que divide minha paixão por - ainda outro - William, há muito tempo)
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Viviane at 3:15:00 PM
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