terça-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2010


"And there, with eyes and full throat backward thrown,

Gazing, my Goddess, open-mouthed at thee,

Pastures on love his greedy sight, his breath

Hanging upon thy lips. Him thus reclined

Fill with thy holy body, round, above!

Pour from those lips soft syllables to win

Peace for the Romans, glorious Lady, peace!"

excerpt from Book I, Proem, from "De rerum natura", by Titus Lucretius Carus

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