"The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe, as seen on The Simpson's Halloween special.
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Saturday, 30 June 2007
The Raven
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Friday, 18 May 2007
Bareavement poem
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
How to save a life
Step one - you say "we need to talk"
He walks, you say "sit down, it's just a talk"
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
'Cause, after all, you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong,
The things you've told him all along,
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice:
Drive until you lose the road,
Or break with the ones you've followed.
He will do one of two things:
He will admit to everything,
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
The Fray
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Thursday, 5 April 2007
Hard Times
Acho que hoje em dia se trata do oposto... vivemos em tempos em que o superlativo já não faz sentido, porque tudo é relativo, tudo é moderado...
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Sunday, 1 April 2007
As fontes
Que ligam o meu ser vivo e total,
À agitação do mundo irreal,
E calma subirei até às fontes.
Irei até às fontes onde mora
A plenitude, o límpido esplendor
Que me foi prometido em cada hora,
E na face incompleta do amor.
Irei beber a luz e o amanhecer
Irei beber a voz dessa promessa
Que às vezes como um voo me atravessa,
E nela cumprirei todo o meu ser.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
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Saturday, 31 March 2007
And a new blog is born
Incluirei neste blog aquilo que me faz reflectir, aquilo que me faz parar para pensar, tirar uns momentos à correria do quotidiano. A maioria não será, provavelmente, de minha autoria, mas estarão sempre identificados os autores (não quero que me acusem de plágio!).
Não tenho, neste momento, a mais pequena ideia acerca de quem visitará este blog, se é que alguém o fará. No entanto, a quem cá chegar - por curiosidade ou mesmo por engano - espero que o resultado lhe agrade.
É pena que hoje em dia tenhamos que interromper conscientemente a rotina a que nos habituámos para termos um momento de introspecção, mas não devemos nunca deixar de parar e apenas...
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