home sweet home

(...) God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violet (...) Molly Bloom in Ulisses de James Joyce

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Anónimo disse...

Poor Girl!
I image you alone in that Paradise...