terça-feira, 31 de julho de 2007


Anotei do relógio no chão da praça, próximo a Westminster:

“O God! Methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live

De Henry VI, Parte III.

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