quarta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2016
sábado, 10 de setembro de 2016
The wrong house
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house -
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call…
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.
Posted by Rosa * 10.9.16 3 comments
sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2016
As sequoias de Sintra são ainda umas meninas
Uma longa vida é o que lhes desejo do fundo do coração.
(Reparei agora que em todas as fotografias se podem ver jovens pitósporos, dadas as características invasoras desta exótica todo o cuidado é pouco)
Posted by Rosa * 9.9.16 1 comments
sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2016
Na quinta do Arneiro todos os caminhos vão dar à horta
Posted by Rosa * 2.9.16 3 comments