martedì 29 maggio 2012

sabato 26 maggio 2012

Ah, sunflower.. W. Blake


Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.




Sonnet 130, W. Shakespeare

Flower 1, Sara












I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks (...)

In costruzione!!


Diario di una passione..