domingo, 11 de mayo de 2008

Inner landscape



«It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies, and the rain fell upon my head - and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation».

«Silence - A Fable», by Edgar Allan Poe.
Tales of Mystery and Imagination.

Hertfordshire:Wordsworth Classics, 2000, p. 252.



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