I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
*aka "vanishing point" não é do Stephen Crane. É da Vallera para a Filipa, a Clara, o Francisco, o opus night, a Pat, a Ju, a Raquel, o Rui e todos os outros que escrevem %$#=" (teses).
Bold meu.
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sexta-feira, 2 de maio de 2008
I saw a man pursuing the horizon aka "Vanishing point"
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terça-feira, 22 de maio de 2007
In the desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said,"Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart".
Stephen Crane (1871-1900)
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