Saturday, September 23, 2006

Quand tu joues aux quilles, même si c’est pas dit dans les règlements, t’as droit au dictionnaire.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
William Butler Yeats

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.


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