sexta-feira, 9 de abril de 2010

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

Shel Silverstein 
img. Gustavo Aimar

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

its wonderfull

Anónimo disse...

está mesmo muito bonito!

- Mariana
(escola vasco santana, 6ºE)