sexta-feira, 12 de setembro de 2008

  • Zhang Jiuling
The hermit in his lone abode
Nurses his thoughts cleansed of care,
Then he projects to the wild goose
For it to his distant Sovereign to bear.
Who will be moved by the sincerity
Of my vain day-and-night prayer?
What comfort is for my loyalty
When fliers and sinkers can compare?

  • Imagem: Salvador Dali, Born a Goddess, 1960

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