"The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities." Ayn Rand

sábado, outubro 6


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson

10 anos a fazer-me companhia. Hoje partiu. A tristeza é grande. Hoje não terei Pitucha para dormir aos pés da minha cama, nem nunca mais ouvirei a Pitucha a ladrar quando chego a casa. Restam-me as boas memórias daquela que foi, definitivamente, uma grande amiga, the best, para ser mais preciso.

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