When the Sky Pours Down Like a Fountain

Avalyn

"In some place in the mystic and vast universe there is an empty world. A world habited by empty minds and empty souls.
In that world there is a lot of people, people with daily boredom and superficial joy. And ate every morning we are still hoping that isn't the world we are living in."

Lição de vida... (a ver e rever)

How sweet I roam'd from field to field...

"How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty."

-- William Blake