7 de julho de 2013



Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

                                                         William Butler Yeats

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Lindíssimo e verdadeiro.