Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Bardo Will é o cara Fui desafiado pelo Fabrício a postar uma poesia na minha linha do tempo. O objetivo é desafiar 5 amigos. Cada um terá um prazo de 24h para postar uma poesia em sua própria linha do tempo, caso contrário deverá presentear quem o desafiou com um livro. Os escolhidos são: Lu, Fernanda, Felipe, Sara, Luiz ... se mexam !!!
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 02:03:45 +0000
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