sabato 11 settembre 2010


"Then he saw a shirt come down out of the sky. He walked and saw it fall, arms waving like nothing in this life".

giovedì 2 settembre 2010

And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp? E. A. Poe