sábado, 8 de novembro de 2008

  • Wumingshi
    THE DAY OF NO FIRE
As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright after rain,
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?

  • Edgar Degas, Woman at her toilette

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