sâmbătă, 18 iunie 2011


What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Fulga would, were she not Fulga call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which she owes
Without that title. Fulga, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

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