O, hell! to choose love by another’s eye.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.








Edited by wicked dama; - 28/11/2008, 20:36

Bellittima la skin
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sforma tantissimo! O___O