Para Viv, my fave celtic girl;-)


By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.


W.B.YEATS (June 13th 1865-January 28th 1939)

Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death.
Horseman, pass by

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Viv, minha querida, este poema é seu. É para você. E venha, por favor, sim venha sim. Você vai gostar. I swear tou you:-) . Any time.
Essa música é de um filme famoso;-) que me lembra você.