giovedì 28 luglio 2011
mercoledì 27 luglio 2011
martedì 26 luglio 2011
lunedì 25 luglio 2011
mercoledì 20 luglio 2011
sabato 16 luglio 2011
Requiescat / Oscar Wilde
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daises grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast;
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet;
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
mercoledì 6 luglio 2011
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