“in spring the gardens urns, casually filled with wind-blown plants[!!!!!], were gay as ever. violets came and daffodils. but the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible."
o cercado de bromélias, atacado pela polinização mata-atlântica....
ResponderExcluirmestiçagem jardim//floresta
passagem de to the lighthouse, de virginia woolf
ResponderExcluir“in spring the gardens urns, casually filled with wind-blown plants[!!!!!], were gay as ever. violets came and daffodils. but the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible."