agora é que é (obrigado Martim)
"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die"
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die"
Posted by FTA at 11:32 p.m.
2 Comments:
Adorei! É muito, muito lindo! De quem é, seu?
Quando eu morrer, vou mandar colocar na minha lápide...
I AM VERY COMFORTABLE TO THIS BEAUTIFUL CONTENT FROM THE PURE READING. THANKS FOR KEEN UP THE GOOD WORK.
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