Desabafos e filosofia de pacote
sobre um prato de esparguete
domingo, 12 de outubro de 2008
Estás só. Ninguém o sabe. Cala e finge. Mas finge sem fingimento. Nada speres que em ti já não exista, Cada um consigo é triste. Tens sol se há sol, ramos se ramos buscas, Sorte se a sorte é dada.
Ricardo Reis
3 comentários:
Anónimo
disse...
"(...) Se tu soubesses O quanto padece Quem tem amor Talvez não faria O que faz agora Quem te adora Não tem valor
Não vivo sem ti Sem ti não sei viver (...)
Vou sofrer por ti Por ti vou sofrer Se for meu destino Apaixonado quero morrer."
ROMEO - Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
BENVOLIO - Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
ROMEO - She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
BENVOLIO - Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
ROMEO - O, teach me how I should forget to think.
BENVOLIO - By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.
ROMEO - 'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
3 comentários:
"(...)
Se tu soubesses
O quanto padece
Quem tem amor
Talvez não faria
O que faz agora
Quem te adora
Não tem valor
Não vivo sem ti
Sem ti não sei viver
(...)
Vou sofrer por ti
Por ti vou sofrer
Se for meu destino
Apaixonado quero morrer."
Woot! Tanta gente! ^^
ROMEO - Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
BENVOLIO - Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
ROMEO - She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
For beauty starved with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
BENVOLIO - Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
ROMEO - O, teach me how I should forget to think.
BENVOLIO - By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.
ROMEO - 'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Opah Ricardo Reis...adoro...de todos eles o meu favorito...obriigadaaaaaaaaaaa:D:D beijocas amoro te muitoooooo
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