tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24830515.post6869993903001660784..comments2008-04-27T11:29:26.543+02:00cavese dochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02795573135477096542noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24830515.post-12285242616863042362008-04-26T16:12:00.000+02:002008-04-26T16:12:00.000+02:00O pebbacco, so proprio bbelli!!!<BR/>Che bellezza vederti nell'immenso prato di papaveri rossi!!!uromano.ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656658583032093637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24830515.post-47827596033096957502008-04-26T12:45:00.000+02:002008-04-26T12:45:00.000+02:00Flanders Fields<BR/><BR/>In Flanders Fields the poppies blow<BR/>Between the crosses, row on row<BR/>That mark our place, and in the sky<BR/>The larks, still bravely singing, fly<BR/>Scarce heard amid the guns below<BR/><BR/>We are the Dead. Short days ago<BR/>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<BR/>Loved and were loved, and now we lie<BR/>In Flanders Fields.<BR/><BR/>Take up our quarrel with the foe:<BR/>To you from falling hands we throw<BR/>The torch; be yours to hold it high.<BR/>If ye break faith with us who die<BR/>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<BR/>In Flanders Fields.<BR/><BR/>John McCraevbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00908921444827339852noreply@blogger.com