Palácio de Monserrate e MSN
sexta-feira, 2 de abril de 2010 { 20:30 }
XXV (220)But my soul wanders; I demand it back
To meditate amongst decay, and stand
A ruin amidst ruins; there to track
Fall'n states and buried greatness, o'er a land
Which was the mightiest in its old command,
And is the loveliest, and must ever be
The master-mould of Nature's heavenly hand,
Wherein were cast the heroic and the free,
The beautiful, the brave -- the lords of earth and sea,
CLXXXVI
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been --
A sound which makes us linger; -- yet -- farewell!
Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
Which is his last, if in your memories dwell
A thought which once was his, if on ye swell 1670
A single recollection, not in vain
He wore his sandal-shoon, and scallop-shell;
Farewell! with him alone may rest the pain,
If such there were -- with you, the mortal of his strain!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimag - George Gordon, Lord Byron
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"Let me be the first, to wish you the worst"...penso que este excerto de uma música da Katy Perry resume o meu estado de espírito.
Apenas ela o percebe, apenas ela sabe a quem me estou a referir.
Ela, ela e apenas ela.
A minha irmã adoptiva
A minha melhor amiga
A minha rapariga das Caldas
Adoro-te Andreia
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