Mar Salgado sexta-feira, maio 8: TENNYSON, SEMPRE:He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountains walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls.( The Eagle, 1851) posted by FNV on 12:25 da manhã # Comments: Enviar um comentário