22/06/2008
Eloisa to Abelard
"Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
(...)
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"
[Alexander Pope]
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
(...)
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"
[Alexander Pope]
17/06/2008
Uma Palavra
uma
palavra
escrita é uma
palavra não dita é uma
palavra maldita é uma palavra
gravada como gravata que é uma palavra
gaiata como goiaba que é uma palavra gostosa
[Chacal]
04/06/2008
Change of Heart
"Here I sit, alone in a window
The rain falls down on the glass in the cold
All my life, I’ve been waiting for a moment
It never came, maybe never will
Ah – sometimes I don’t know
Those days are gone
Lord I hide where I just can’t say
I’m still there, catching your tears
Before they fall to the ground"
[Bruce Dickinson]
The rain falls down on the glass in the cold
All my life, I’ve been waiting for a moment
It never came, maybe never will
Ah – sometimes I don’t know
Those days are gone
Lord I hide where I just can’t say
I’m still there, catching your tears
Before they fall to the ground"
[Bruce Dickinson]
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