domingo, 22 de setembro de 2013

Gatos, gatos e mais gatos






Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones--
In fact, he's remarkably fat.
He doesn't haunt pubs—he has eight or nine clubs,
For he's the St. James's Street Cat!
He's the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of fastidious black:
No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back.
In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats;
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats!

sexta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2013

livros e sonhos



Confesso que (ainda) não li... mas aqui está uma coisa que gostava de fazer: ter uma pequena livraria ou ser alfarrabista...
sonhos de um verão quase a acabar