Rosa pristina |
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,And what strength I have's mine own,Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,I must be here confined by you,Or sent to Naples. Let me not,Since I have my dukedom ... Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:11:00 GMT |
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Words of the poets (World Poetry Day) |
Its about that movement in your life that justifies your humanitywhere myth and history meetwhere collective memory unitespast and present intertwinethrough dreams, through love, through pain - ... Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:03:00 GMT |
Return |
There's a certain wild joy that you get when you know that you return to a favourite place, a place you can feel free, a place you can breathe the air deeply and be yourself. The place itself is not t... Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 23:05:00 GMT |
"December of 1903" |
And if I cannot speak about my loveif I do not talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes,still your face that I keep within my heart,the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,the days of Se... Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 13:44:00 GMT |