sexta-feira, julho 16

Não me lembro da última vez que, ao vestir uma blusa ou t-shirt, tive de puxar o cabelo lá de dentro. Hoje pareceu-me importante. Já não sei ter cabelo comprido.

3 comentários:

Lívia disse...

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"

The road not taken de Robert Frost

:)Lívia

Pedro Coutinho disse...

Eu bem me lembro do principio do fim do longo e majestoso cabelo comprido. Posso gritar bem alto, eu estive lá, eu vi! Um dia memorável.

Sara disse...

@Pedro Coutinho: e foi. Foi sim senhora. :)