Berlin stories, 4

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HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats, 1865–1939






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Kommentare:

  1. Preciosa y nostálgica serie, Isabella! Me encantan!
    Un beso

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  2. This is beautiful Isabella!

    Wish you a nice day! : )

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  3. And still so many broken dreams! Maybe we must learn how to reach out our hands, back in time, to others, but to ourselves as well, to say sorry, or even someties thank you.
    I like your work, Isabella.

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  4. Pretty photo and pretty poem, love.

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  5. Hi Isabella ! Great post again my friend. Love that style on your pictures ! Lovely poem as well. Hugs to you Isabella !

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  6. de belles images Isabella !
    Berlin a tellement changé mais plus que jamais ist eine reise wert !
    bisous pour toi

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