quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2014

segunda-feira, 27 de outubro de 2014

sexta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2014

terça-feira, 21 de outubro de 2014

He broke from them, and then he broke from himself


    We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats' feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar
    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
    Remember us-if at all-not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.

T.S. Elliot

quinta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2014

O futuro é inexorável

A judgment made can never bend
putting out fire with gasoline

terça-feira, 7 de outubro de 2014