AgrAIneL, здравствуй)
Позволь поприветствовать тебя стихотворением о любви и фотографией Хайда - мне кажется, она подходит под настроение.
From Inferno by Dante Alighieri
. . . There is no greater pain
Than remembering happy days in days
Of sadness . . .
But if to know the root of our love
You have so great a desire,
I'll tell you as one who weeps as she speaks.
One day, for pleasure simply, we were reading
Of Lancelot, and how love overpowered him;
Alone we were, and free from all suspicions.
Often that reading caused our eyes to meet,
And often the color from our faces went,
But it was a single passage that overcame us:
When we read how the desired smile was
Kissed by one so true a lover, then this one,
Who from me never will be taken,
Kissed me on the mouth, his body all a-tremble,
. . . And no more did we read that day.
Позволь поприветствовать тебя стихотворением о любви и фотографией Хайда - мне кажется, она подходит под настроение.
From Inferno by Dante Alighieri
. . . There is no greater pain
Than remembering happy days in days
Of sadness . . .
But if to know the root of our love
You have so great a desire,
I'll tell you as one who weeps as she speaks.
One day, for pleasure simply, we were reading
Of Lancelot, and how love overpowered him;
Alone we were, and free from all suspicions.
Often that reading caused our eyes to meet,
And often the color from our faces went,
But it was a single passage that overcame us:
When we read how the desired smile was
Kissed by one so true a lover, then this one,
Who from me never will be taken,
Kissed me on the mouth, his body all a-tremble,
. . . And no more did we read that day.