Saudades de uma certa Dona Van...

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.

You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy
who’ll decide where to go."

...

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
-
John Keats

The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

L. Nogara

E a vida tão amarga me envolve

Eu sinto o que eu nunca senti

A amargura da vida não dorme

E eu vivo como nunca vivi.

Os sentimentos adocicam o caminho

Daqueles que não sabem sorrir

E o tempo não é mais que um espinho

Para aqueles que não conseguem sentir

O vento de amor sem medida

Faz com que eu sonhe demais

O sentir do abraço suspira

Nunca sei do que sou capaz.

Não quero iludir os que sofrem

Com aquilo que não os faz bem

Só quero mostrar aos que vivem

Que isso faz parte também.