Ontem, hoje e amanhã

Ontem



Friends I think I made...as duas bandas portuguesas em que eu não me importava mesmo nada de estar, a tocar à minha frente e depois ao meu lado. Ou eu ao lado deles. Dia 14 há mais. Um dia retribuo, sooner rather than later, I hope.


Hoje

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe


Amanhã