quinta-feira, 2 de junho de 2011

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W. B. Yeats

Georges De Feure, Le Buveur d' Absinthe
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