segunda-feira, 11 de maio de 2015

W. H. Auden

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

— As I Walked Out One Evening, 1940

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