Na TV, hoje: "Doctor Who", 21:00, BBC 2. "Labirinto" 22:30 na ITV1. Gravar desta vez.
Será que eu não estou um pouco grandinha pra ficar com medo do David Bowie como Jareth?
Copiado de um livro abandonado no metrô (estação de Waterloo, hoje à tarde):
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever
taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
which was once so bright
Be now for ever
taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Quem escreveu isso afinal?
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