domingo, abril 02, 2006

Shakespeare Cats

Susan Herbert´s cats (I)
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour´d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
(Richard III)
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend
me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their
So let it be with Caesar.
(Julius Caesar)
I will be master of what is mine own-
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.
(The taming of the shrew)

O,beware,my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-ey´d monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on.

5 comentarios:

Marxe dijo...

Bello, wonderful... por cierto dejaste ciertos libros donde ya sabés...

conciertoparaviolin dijo...

Si, fantasma, desastre de cabeza la mía, cuídemelos mucho hasta que me los devuelva.

Marxe dijo...

¿Quién habló de devolver?
Los fantasmas no podemos devolver nada a los seres.

conciertoparaviolin dijo...

a los seres... y a un concierto para violín de Tchaikosky por ejemplo?

Marxe dijo...

a Tchaikovski sí porque era del Gremio :mrgreen: