Just a little fragment of verse for this evening:
Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
April 11, 2006 at 10:11 am
Una bonita manera de describir el paso del tiempo (tan raudo) y la duración de la belleza (un suspiro).
Un saludo,
Olga