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


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. :)