Autores:
  • I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

    Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.59, Atlantic Publishers & Dist