ABRUPTO

24.2.07


EARLY MORNING BLOGS

975 - A Clear Midnight


This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

(Walt Whitman)

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Bom dia!

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