Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. Robert Herrick
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife,
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life,
It sinks, and I am ready to depart. (Walter Savage Landor )
..esti ok, cristiane?:|
Da, sunt ok. Mersi de întrebare. :)
bă, m-am gândit.
Iar începi? /:)