quarta-feira, 25 de março de 2015

Alexander Pushkin




"‘Tis time, my friend, ‘tis time!
For rest the heart is aching;
Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking
Fragments of being, while together you and I
Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die."
--from "'Tis Time, My Friend," l. 1-5 (1834).

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