segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010

 
John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?


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Bright Star.

7 comentários:

  1. Jorge Ricardo de Barros Makul1 de novembro de 2010 19:01

    Wow! even I was curious to know details of that dream, so there is no other alternative but to watch the movie ...
    very strange thing to remember part of a dream ...
    liked
    kisses!

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  2. É tão bom ter certas lembranças.
    Uma dessas então é linda.
    Beijos mocinha.

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  4. Maravilhoso filme...

    As vezes me pergunto se existe amor assim.

    Bom Blog

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