suavemente

Thy hand, Belinda,
darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest,
more I would,
but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
no trouble in thy breast;
remember me, but
ah! forget my fate


Thy hand, Belinda, Henry Purcell, Dido e Eneias
Anne Sophie von Otter


Nestes sons me quero envolver. Só. Suavemente.