Gustavo Franco [1958 – 2013]

Gustavo ~ 11-12-13









“To F . . .”

Beloved! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path –

(Drear path, alas! where grows

Not even one lonely rose) –

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows

An Eden of bland repose.


And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea –

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms – but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’er that one bright island smile.

                                               – Edgar Allan Poe (1835)


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