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SEM PALAVRAS

Com um governo destes, o estado em que se encontra a regeneração do PSD e a hipótese não improvável do fim do CDS, acho que vou antes escrever a propósito dos livros que tenho encontrado nos alfarrabistas e postar uns poemas de T.S. Eliot.


FROM THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK

(...)
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
(...)

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965), Prufrock and Other Observations, 1917.

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Bom fim de semana !