gelo
sexta-feira, janeiro 21, 2005
So little
I said so little.
Days are short.
Short days.
Short nights.
Short years.
I said so little.
I couldn't keep up.
My heart grew weary
From joy,
Despair,
Ardor,
Hope.
The jaws of Leviathan
Were closing upon me.
Naked, I lay on the shores
Of desert islands.
The white whale of the world
Hauled me down to its pit.
And now I don't know
What in all that was real.
- Czeslaw Milosz,
Bells in Winter-
posted by .j. @ 2:27 da tarde,
