sábado, 4 de outubro de 2008

  • Wang Wei
    A SONG OF AN AUTUMN NIGHT
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
Has chilled the robe she will not change -
And she touches a silver lute all night,
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
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  • Pablo Picasso, Farmer and Nude surrounded by Hens

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