28 septembre 2011
full of troubles
Mes parents sont rentrés d'Irlande, avec pour moi un recueil de poèmes de Yeats. Extrait :
"To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep."
C'est beau, non ?
And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep. And is anxious in its sleep...
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