quinta-feira, 17 de maio de 2012


James Abbot McNeill Whistler, Nocturne in black and gold, the Falling Rocket, c. 1875

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”

O Mercador de Veneza, William Shakespeare
Lorenzo, V.I. 62-73
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