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sábado, Agosto 16, 2014

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Cantavam os Beatles - Ask me why, I'll say I love you...

Tell me...

Some say love's a little boy, 
And some say it's a bird, 
Some say it makes the world go around, 
Some say that's absurd, 
And when I asked the man next-door, 
Who looked as if he knew, 
His wife got very cross indeed, 
And said it wouldn't do. 

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas, 
Or the ham in a temperance hotel? 
Does its odour remind one of llamas, 
Or has it a comforting smell? 
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is, 
Or soft as eiderdown fluff? 
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges? 
O tell me the truth about love. 
Our history books refer to it 
In cryptic little notes, 
It's quite a common topic on 
The Transatlantic boats; 
I've found the subject mentioned in 
Accounts of suicides, 
And even seen it scribbled on 
The backs of railway guides. 

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian, 
Or boom like a military band? 
Could one give a first-rate imitation 
On a saw or a Steinway Grand? 
Is its singing at parties a riot? 
Does it only like Classical stuff? 
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet? 
O tell me the truth about love. 

I looked inside the summer-house; 
It wasn't over there; 
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead, 
And Brighton's bracing air. 
I don't know what the blackbird sang, 
Or what the tulip said; 
But it wasn't in the chicken-run, 
Or underneath the bed. 

Can it pull extraordinary faces? 
Is it usually sick on a swing? 
Does it spend all its time at the races, or fiddling with pieces of string? 
Has it views of its own about money? 
Does it think Patriotism enough? 
Are its stories vulgar but funny? 
O tell me the truth about love. 

When it comes, will it come without warning 
Just as I'm picking my nose? 
Will it knock on my door in the morning, 
Or tread in the bus on my toes? 
Will it come like a change in the weather? 
Will its greeting be courteous or rough? 
Will it alter my life altogether? 
O tell me the truth about love. 


WH Auden

sexta-feira, Agosto 15, 2014

Sendo feriado religioso...

quinta-feira, Agosto 14, 2014

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