Litteraturkväll

I går hade vi en fantastisk (dessvärre ej fotodokumenterad) litteraturkväll, där vi åt kakor men glömde att äta osten och dricka vinet vi hade köpt särskilt för detta tillfälle.
Vi tänkte bjuda på några smakprov - även kakorna får man smaka på, men då måste man komma hit.


Alba hade skrivit en sonett till Madelen:

They caught me writing down your name today
they laughed and asked: “Who is this Madelen?”
I… well, turned red and put the book away
and answered naught, for how could I explain?
I see you maybe once in seven days
And you have seen me… never, I would guess.
And yet, I know each detail of you face.
They’d laugh at me for getting in this mess.
I’ll find a way to speak to you, I will!
Some day I will be ready - not today.
I’m waiting for that perfect moment still
When I’ll just – I’ll walk up to you and say:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more beautiful in every way.