quarta-feira, maio 25, 2005

Sunset


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Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs -

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

Rainer Maria Rilke

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

...esta doeu!
Um beijo
girassol

6:53 da manhã  
Blogger Rebuçado de Funcho said...

Doeu? Então? :)
Beijinho, girassol.

1:19 da tarde  

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