quarta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2006
I seek no solitude but this -
This one within my little room -
Four candles set apart to watch
With wistful eyes the coming gloom.
And this, the shrouded mantelpiece
And sober gap of fireside-place;
And this, the darkened wonder of
A framed picture of a face.
This is my perfect solitude
Within my conquering abode,
The goal of haunting memories
That walk beside a chartless road
posted by Luís Miguel Dias quarta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2006