It's such a selfish way to lose the way you lose these wasted blues these wasted blues
Leva-me contigoQuando fores,Por terra ou mar;Porque basta-me tocar-te,Porque assim, ao tocar-te,Podia docementeAdormecerE ser levadoEternidade Fora"Whitman
Como se comenta um poema? Talvez com outro...The hollow menWe are the hollow menwe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw.Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rat's feet on broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without color,Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us - if at all - not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.T. S. Elliot
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Como se comenta um poema? Talvez com outro...
The hollow menWe are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rat's feet on broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.T. S. Elliot
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