quarta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2012

Your life

Your life in danger all your life. Never to rise alone
Before the birds have left their nests,
Then ride along through sunlit, silent woods,
Deep snow to spring flowers in a single day,
And then, the sea...
To miss these things,
When things like these are your inheritance,
Is shameful.

Logue's Homer, War Music, 2001 (2nd edition).

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