Friday 21 August 2009 photo 1/2
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För er som ser mig för blott vad jag är, i mystikens slöja, en bard under körsbärsblommornas träd. Med spetsad tunga, bunden av skönhetens gåta, sjunger jag om det vackra jag ser.
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!
-William Wordsworth
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!
Annons