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Coisas inesperadas

Porque é na inconsciência do acto que prevalece a mais pura das magias.

No meio de tudo isto encontrei este boneco algures espalhado nos registos de coisas de que de algum modo gostei. Sem qualquer coisa a acrescentar, deixo-o ficar entre as linhas que ultimamente apetecem escrever.

The Happiest Day

The happiest day--the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
But they have vanished long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been--
But let them pass.

And pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may ev'n inherit
The venom thou hast poured on me--
Be still my spirit!

The happiest day--the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see--have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feel have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev'n then I felt--that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wings was dark alloy
And as it fluttered--fell
An essence--powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

By: Edgar Allen Poe