sexta-feira, novembro 07, 2003

 
Segurar ou soltar?

Metade dos erros da vida advêm do facto de se segurar o cavalo no momento do salto

John O'Hara
posted by molin 4:52 da manhã

quinta-feira, novembro 06, 2003

 
If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on !";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Obrigado Titas
Para nós
posted by molin 1:49 da manhã

quarta-feira, novembro 05, 2003

 
Faz de conta que te vi antes de fechar os olhos. Vai passar de certeza...

Para Ti
posted by molin 3:20 da manhã

terça-feira, novembro 04, 2003

 
My stars

Give me my Romeo and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliette

Para Ti
posted by molin 5:33 da manhã

segunda-feira, novembro 03, 2003

 
Guincho

Não fosse a chuva ter começado a cair e eu diria que eram os meus olhos a chorar de felicidade por ter os meus braços em volta dos teus ombros, a ver a espuma branca das ondas formarem traços paralelos na limitada praia, como se fossem marcas do caminho que temos de seguir, em movimentos compassados pela maré enchente. Que me enche de orgulho e vaidade de te ter só para mim...

Para Ti
posted by molin 4:24 da manhã