15 November 2013
"Flow, my tears" - John Dowland (Andreas Scholl)
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.
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3 comments:
Não tenho a mínima dúvida. Podia-se era antecipá-lo, despachava-se já o sofrimento, para se poder ter um fim de ano à maneira, à patrão. bfds
Faz falta o Nicolas, não Poiares, Maduro.
Nunca se deve subestimar o sofrimento de quem não consegue satisfazer plenamente a sua ganância. Dizem que é terrível
Nuno Gonçalves
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