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Há 1 dia · He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. And when you reach the scene of crime-Macavity's not there! But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
10 de mai. de 2024 · The Church, at being one with God. The hippopotamus's day. Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way-. The Church can sleep and feed at once. I saw the 'potamus take wing. Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing. The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
23 de mai. de 2024 · And a time for living and for generation. And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane. And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots. And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto. In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls. Across the open field, leaving the deep lane.
23 de mai. de 2024 · Yo no quiero morirme sin que me hayas amado. 10. Me tienes y soy tuya, de Ángela Figuera Aymerich. Para el alma enamorada, la entrega es total, íntima, pero no por ello puede develarse el misterio último de la esencia personal. Cada ser es un misterio, pero en ese misterio, el amor instala su tienda.
23 de mai. de 2024 · As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees! He is quiet and small, he is black. From his ears to the tip of his tail; He can creep through the tiniest crack, He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from a pack, He is equally cunning with dice; He is always deceiving you into believing. That he's only hunting for mice.
Há 5 dias · morales de la barrera e. constituciÓn fenomenolÓgica de la tierra baldÍa de t. s. eliot como objeto estÉtico. Síntesis, Rev filos. . 2018;7(2): 61-74. Disponible en: doi: 10.15691/0718-5448Vol7Iss2a209 [Accessed 25 May. 2024].
18 de mai. de 2024 · The stuffed men. Than a fading star. Under the twinkle of a fading star. Form prayers to broken stone. Of empty men. At five o'clock in the morning. Not with a bang but a whimper. Mistah Kurtz-he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw.
