domingo, 10 de fevereiro de 2008

The sky’s dark blue lacquer has dimmed,
And louder the song of the ocarina.
It’s only a little pipe of clay.
There’s no reason for it to complain.
Who told it all my sins,
And why is it absolving me?..
Or is this a voice repeating
Your latest poems to me?

Anna Akhmátova

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