segunda-feira, 15 de agosto de 2011
terça-feira, 1 de março de 2011
sábado, 5 de fevereiro de 2011
domingo, 23 de janeiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2011
segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011
domingo, 9 de janeiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2011
quarta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2011
terça-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2011
I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– My stars in the sky rustled softly.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– My stars in the sky rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!
(Arthur Rimbaud)
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!
(Arthur Rimbaud)
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