«- Como estás?, é uma bela questão. Normalmente respondo - Sei lá, porque não gosto de mentir. E sei lá de facto. Umas vezes estou redondo, outras quadrado, outras cheio de picos, outras liquefeito, outras não estou sequer: deslizo por aí armado em nuvem. - Como estás?, e é impossível responder - Deslizo por aí armado em nuvem» António Lobo Antunes
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day It's too hot to sleep time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal There's not even room enough to be anywhere It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind She put down in writing what was in her mind I just don't see why I should even care It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree I've followed the river and I got to the sea I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
«Not Dark Yet», uma das 51 canções (1962-2007) da caixa Dylan
É comum a ideia de que os velhos são os conservadores típicos e os jovens são os inovadores. Não é bem assim. Os conservadores mais típicos são os jovens, os que querem viver mas não pensam nem têm tempo para pensar como viver e que, por isso, optam pelo modelo de vida já existente.
Tolstói em O Diabo e Outros Contos (1889-90)
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