quinta-feira, 22 de março de 2007

domingo, 18 de março de 2007

não são os silêncios
são as palavras que não dizes

segunda-feira, 12 de março de 2007

domingo, 11 de março de 2007



Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings Peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the caterpillar and fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The gods of the earth and sea
Sought through nature to find this tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the human Brain.

William Blake


Merci Anne Laure! Pour toi :)

sábado, 10 de março de 2007

Tricotar está na moda

Foi tirada a pensar na Pilar, que deixou estas paragens... aguardo o teu regresso!

domingo, 4 de março de 2007