December 2010
6 posts
“Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en...”
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
“Na vida, quem perde o telhado
Em troca recebe as estrelas.”