What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Pois! Enjoy
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… and dare, acrecentaria eu. Até à volta, Luís.
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Muchas Gracias
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cá o esperamos.
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Bonito. Luis Jorge. Até à próxima
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A vida é breve, volta.
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“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Luke Skywalker, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
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Caro Luís, espero não ir a destempo, mas poemas como este têm sempre lugar em qualquer tempo! Até ao(s) próximo(s)
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