jueves, 15 de diciembre de 2011

The Tempest

If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel
Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart.

 Collar vintage de abalorios en tonos rojos con colgante bronce de 3x4cm. Imagen cubierta de resina.

1 comentario:

  1. Pasaba por aquí para desearte unas felices fiestas! Espero que el 2012, te traiga sólamente cosas buenas! Un beso fuerte! Muak!