Sepa (o ?Quién sabe?)

Admito sua onipresença
creio em minha derrota
busco meu lugarde ser, mesmo assim
Os fatos são teimosos disse o grande russo

Alchistes


Time and Eternity

XXIV

AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father’s lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? ‘T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity’s decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

Emily Dickinson


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