quarta-feira, abril 07, 2010

Funeral blues - W.H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.


Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.



He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.



The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 
Porque resume tudo o que senti quando tive que me despedir de ti.

3 comentários:

Diego Cosmo disse...

http://dcosmo.blogspot.com/ - Constantes reflexões, Rumo a novos pensamentos! "Cosmo a Pé"

Giu disse...

Com todo o respeito: fodidamente lindo. Fui lendo e pensando que no fim ia me decepcionar, porque ia ler que isso não é teu. Me surpreendi. Fiquei feliz em quebrar a cara. Fodidamente lindo.

Your favorite girl disse...

Realmente Lindo.
passa no blog e espreita :P

beijinho, vou seguir :)