sabato 5 giugno 2010

We are such stuff as dreams are made on

We are such stuff as dreams are made on

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Prospero, The Tempest
William Shakespeare

Topography of my dream

rainy afternoon


Bianco e nero, Pentax P30, 28 e 50 mm.

mercoledì 2 giugno 2010