quarta-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2019

''I will not speak, I will have no thoughts''

In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, 
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: 
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: 
But infinite love will mount in my soul; 
And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, 
Through the country side-joyous as if I were with a woman. 

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