"Reúne sete ou oito sábios e tornar-se-ão outros tantos tolos, pois incapazes de chegar a acordo entre eles, discutem as coisas em vez de as fazerem" - António da Venafro
11.10.05
Why?
Why did i dream of you last night?
Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.
So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
- Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.
Philip Larkin