Lumusdomingo, março 05, 2006
“Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air”
William Shakespeare
Seen lost and delirious? ... much better than the crappy "oh-I'm-so-gay-at-the-mountain-after-a-great-friendship-built-in-2-weeks!!!"
TFMUC - a minha Tuna