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.
Bright Star.
Gorgeous! =)
ResponderExcluirBeijinho, querida!
Wow! even I was curious to know details of that dream, so there is no other alternative but to watch the movie ...
ResponderExcluirvery strange thing to remember part of a dream ...
liked
kisses!
Que isso, parte de um filme?
ResponderExcluirBjs
É tão bom ter certas lembranças.
ResponderExcluirUma dessas então é linda.
Beijos mocinha.
lovely
ResponderExcluirMaravilhoso filme...
ResponderExcluirAs vezes me pergunto se existe amor assim.
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