segunda-feira, 20 de maio de 2013

"And thus it was, and one day was like the next and the red moon wasted, and the circle went away... And Autumun crept down from the north and brought the dry winds that glued the clouds high. And the ducks began flying. And all night they passed high against the moon. The swamp shook some of her leaves from her back and dressed down for the winter and then the trees were naked and stark and waved their hard-bare arms towards the river, that was bellyfull and swelling yellow."

Good-bye, My Lady (1956) de William A. Wellman

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