segunda-feira, novembro 07, 2016

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". . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

       Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

      Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

     O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
   
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."

Thomas Wolfe
A story of the buried life
Look Homeward Angel

6 comentários:

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    1. Obrigada, um bom fim-de-semana e um beijinho

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  2. Bonito texto, mesmo em inglês, gostei, embora certas palavras me tenha socorrido do Google tradutor, mas valeu.

    Boa semana

    Beijinhos Gabi

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    1. Estou a tentar encontrar livros dele de preferência em português :)
      Obrigada Manu, uma bom fim-de-semana
      e um beijinho

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  3. Gostei, recorri ao tradutor do Google, claro :)

    Beijinho Gabi

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