terça-feira, 22 de abril de 2014

You will hear thunder

 You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
and hasten the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.

 [ Anna Akhmatova]

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