|Cleo by Shin Tau|
Na primeira hora de Lua de um dia de Mercúrio e de S. Inácio de Loyola
|Wreck this Journal by spitting by Shin Tau|
'No going to the Lighthouse, James,' he said, as he stood by the window, speaking awkwardly, but trying in deference to Mrs Ramsay to soften his voice into some semblance of geniality at least.
Odious little man, thought Mrs Ramsay, why go on saying that?
|mazy by Shin Tau|
|The Mirror of Venus by Edward Burne-Jones|
Carne, mármore, flor, Vénus, em ti eu creio.
|A treat by Shin Tau|
|feelings by Shin Tau|
|Judgement by Shin Tau|