JOÃO MAURIÇIO (VIOLANT) - STREET ART - PORTUGAL

Canção n.º 11: Lili - "O Voo das Cegonhas" - 2.ª Semifinal | Festival da Canção 2018

BY CARL SANDBURG The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Thomas Hardy, You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree By the gated ways, As in earlier days; You were weak and lame, So you never came, And I went alone, and I did not mind, Not thinking of you as left behind …

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge