'The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Her lips of amber never part; But what must be the smile Upon her friend she could bestow Were such her silver will! And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.'
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todos os dias falamos de um filme diferente
paula e rui lima
Por
spring, a 2:07 da manhã
"Superfície da Lua..."?!?!?!?!?
Se o tu dizes ;)
The Moon by Emily Dickinson
'The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.'
Por
Anónimo, a 2:57 da tarde
lol
É a imaginação que nos conduz!!
Por
Jo, a 3:32 da manhã
Lol
Bom, eu já lá estive e não era bem assim! Inspiração da noite de 5ª feira?
Beijoca grande*** :D
Por
RaQuel, a 11:59 da manhã
A superfície da Lua é bem diferente. Não é preciso ter imaginação, mas sim uma grande dose de miopia...
Por
Azul Neblina, a 1:50 da tarde
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