quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2005


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air.

Walt Whitman - O Canto de mim mesmo

1 comentário:

Fernanda disse...

...então, meus sinceros parabéns!