24 janeiro 2013


{23.01.13}

Meus sonhos há muito se perderam
do caminho dos sonhos; desatentos,
atravessaram os portões de dream town.

Cambalearam na lucidez das possibilidades.

Desde então estão caindo num abismo
sem fim. Meus sonhos dormem, pensam
que são sonhos. Até acordarem outra vez.

Um comentário:

Tarco disse...

Dialogas com A Dream Within A Dream

...
my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

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