[Foz - Porto, Maio de 2007, FF]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as
I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1920)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as
I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1920)
4 comentários:
Porto...
Caminhos...
Escolhas...
Vida...
Palavras...
Poderão as palavras levar-nos a percorrer caminhos que por opção não calcorreamos?
Não sei...
Mas tenho a convicção que sim!
Estranha,
Hoje, para ti, porque tens aqui mais uma foto da minha cidade de sempre e para sempre,
Um bilhete com um beijo sorridente.
Escolhe-se sempre o caminho mais poerento... pena é que o pó só seja visivel quando já estamos com o pé na estrada e o passado seja apenas pegadas que apontam para a frente...
Para a frente é o caminho... sempre se disse!
Bora lá então em frente... e que se foda o passado!
(O uso de palavras menos próprias neste comentário deve-se a algo que não sei explicar, ou não me apetece explicar...)
A praia onde estive estes dias tambem tem caminhos como este, mas mais a sul. Bj
resgatou-me um sorriso rever este texto ;) Obrigada pela partilha
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