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21 fevereiro 2006

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

Sylvia Plath

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Anonymous Anónimo escreveu...

"The Moon and the yew tree"

" I simply cannot see where there is to get to..."

21 fevereiro, 2006 19:34  

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