Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep
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Ola!
ResponderExcluirEu gosto dessa peca (desculpe, estou sem cedilha). Acho curioso tambem quantas adaptacoes e remodelagens dessa peca foram feitas... Existem livros de analise social da america latina que usam as figuras de Ariel e Caliban, e eu ja cheguei a ver um filme futurista chamado "o planeta probido" que era tambem uma adaptacao da Tempestade.