quinta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2015


Perspectivamos, ao longo da vida, o que fomos, o que somos, o que queremos ser, o que fizemos e o que pensamos fazer. Regemo-nos pelos ideais; os que, apesar de o serem, foram impostos e os nossos, os que polvilham a nossa existência.

Olhar o punhado de pessoas que trazemos ao longo da vida, vítima de nós, da sociedade e dele próprio...

E pára-se! Pois é necessário. Para pensar.

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Ana Silva disse...

The Road Not Taken

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.