tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12405847.post-91044474451462936402007-12-28T09:08:00.001+01:002007-12-28T09:17:56.058+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IGJjSzDyf6Y/R3Svfsb0L0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/hFRuF48-SZI/s1600-h/coleridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IGJjSzDyf6Y/R3Svfsb0L0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/hFRuF48-SZI/s400/coleridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148933233029951298" border="0" /></a><blockquote><strong></strong></blockquote><blockquote><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Ay! And what then? </span><br />Samuel T. Coleridge<br /><br /></strong><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Drawing by <a href="http://it.geocities.com/brisab2006/">Isabella Branella</a></strong><br /><strong></strong></div><strong><blockquote></blockquote></strong></blockquote>Dario-V-noreply@blogger.com