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in http://preco2.buscape.com.br/vasilha.html Estou a ler o seguinte livro, que aconselho vivamente a quem gosta de ler, "A Inutilidade do Sofrimento", de María Jesús Álava Reyes, edição Especial Limitada, d' Esfera dos livros, de Outubro de 2006. Aí há um capítulo de nome "Todos temos uma visão"(pág. 98), que começa com uma lenda, que eu achei lindíssima, espero que entendam porquê. "Um carregador de água da Índia possuía duas grandes vasilhas que pendurava nas extremidades de um pau que transportava aos ombros. Uma das vasilhas tinha várias rachas, ao passo que a outra era perfeita e conservava toda a água até ao final do longo caminho a pé, desde o rio até à casa do seu patrão. Mas quando chegava, a vasilha rachada só tinha metade da água. Durante anos foi assim diariamente. Claro que a vasilha perfeita estava muito orgulhosa do seu feito, pois achava-se perfeita para o fim para que fora criada. Mas a vasilha rachada estava muito envergonhada da sua pró...
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W. H. Auden
As I Walked Out One Evening
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.
"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Afica meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.
"I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you
You cannot conquer Time.
"In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
"Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
"O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."
"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer
And Jill goes down on her back."
"O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless."
"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With your crooked heart."
It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.