Why were you born when the snow was falling?

A Dirge (Uma Endecha)

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Why were you born when the snow was falling?

You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,

Or when grapes are green in the cluster,

Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster

   For their far off flying

   From summer dying.

Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?

You should have died at the apples’ dropping,

When the grasshopper comes to trouble,

And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,

   And all winds go sighing

   For sweet things dying.

Foi este poema que inspirou J. K. Rowling (autora de Harry Potter) a escrever o seu romance Cuckoo's Calling.

Tolo é aquele

"Tolo é aquele que naufragou duas vezes seus navios e continua culpando o mar"

Públio Sírio (escritor romano de origem síria)

Memory Barbra Streisand

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves
Collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp
Seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the down comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is downing

Touch me
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

Varinas, ou o que quiserdes

Foto de Jean Dieuzaide

"E algumas, à cabeça, embalam nas canastras

Os filhos que depois naufragam nas tormentas."

 Cesário Verde in "Sentimento dum Ocidental"