Fonte das Virtudes: Where have all the flowers gone?

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Where have all the flowers gone?

5 comments | sábado, agosto 07, 2004

Para quem gosta mais de rosas do que de laranjas. Eu cá prefiro uma nova espécie floral, de que existe apenas um exemplar no mundo, a benmequeris radiantis.

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5 Comments:

Francisca said...

"A primrose by a river's brim,
A yellow primerose was to him,
And it was nothing more"
Wordsworth

ManuelaDLRamos said...

"Car ce tango rosa rosae
J'inclinais à lui préférer
Déjà ma cousine Rosa

Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis"

http://www.paroles.net/chansons/21354.htm

ManuelaDLRamos said...

Não foi a mdlr que "said" mas o Brel que "cantat"...
(esqueci a menção, pardon)

Anónimo said...

Sooner or later
we must come to the end
of striving

to re-establish
the image the image of
the rose

William Carlos Williams (The Rewaking)

Anónimo said...

Lascia la spina cogli la rosa
tu vai cercando il tuo dolor.
Canuta brina per mano ascosa
giungerà quando nol crede il cor.

Bernadetto Pamphili

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