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Quando fores velha / "When You are Old"
Bonito...uma viagem poética à nossa velhice imaginada.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
"Old_Thoughts", BlotoAngeles
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W. B. Yeats
terça-feira, 5 de julho de 2011
A mestria de uma descrição de Jane Austen / Jane Austen masters descriptions
“She is clever and agreeable, has all that knowledge of the world which makes conversation easy, and talks very well, with a happy command of language, which is too often used, I believe, to make black appear white.”
Jane Austen, “Lady Susan” |
segunda-feira, 4 de julho de 2011
A profissão mais perigosa do mundo, por Mark Twain
- Eu tenho a profissão mais perigosa do mundo.
- Qual é?
- Sou escritor.
- Ah!?...
- Não está a perceber, eu escrevo sempre na cama.
- E isso é perigoso?
- Pelo menos é lá que morre a maior parte das pessoas.
Mark Twain
Fonte: Pó dos Livros
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