雪莱
剽悍的西风啊, 你是暮秋的呼吸,
因你无形的存在, 枯叶四处逃窜,
如同魔鬼见到了巫师, 纷纷躲避;
 
 The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying;
And the year
On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array,-
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.
The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away,
Put on white, black, and gray;
Let your light sisters play;
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.
Category: Foreign / otra
 

 Hmmmmmmmm...booty...
Hmmmmmmmm...booty... 
 

 ODE: Occasionally one ogles optical opulence, on observing our offered ornamental opus or orgy of outstandingly ornate, operatic orb.
ODE: Occasionally one ogles optical opulence, on observing our offered ornamental opus or orgy of outstandingly ornate, operatic orb.
 Don’t get me wrong…I started this because I like oranges and nutrition(and the word begins with an ‘O’...gulp) , I thought a picture of oranges would look good on my blog (I think it does) and apparently some film directors like the look of oranges on the set,
Don’t get me wrong…I started this because I like oranges and nutrition(and the word begins with an ‘O’...gulp) , I thought a picture of oranges would look good on my blog (I think it does) and apparently some film directors like the look of oranges on the set, 

