Little feet

He wishes for the cloth of Heaven by William Yeats

Had I the heaven´s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the colours under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.



Já não servem nos pezinhos da Victória, embora ela os queira calçar.