Friday, 26 September 2014

O Raro que é mais Comum









"...but he assured me that women 
occupy a very important place in his
life and in his feelings."

http://www1.lanic.utexas.edu/project/castro/db/1974/19740925.html





As suas mãos perdiam-se no côncavo das minhas.
Chichina, esta pulseira...
Se me acompanhasse em toda a viagem,
como um guia e uma recordação?































My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare


Shakespeare






Old Breaks New Rules Keeps Now New Again





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