Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats (1919)
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Martim Bernardo disse...
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Somewhere in Africa, somewhere in Rome
People are sleeping awake in their homes
Waiting for shepherds to attempt to their sheep
Their disappointments they're piled in a corner
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
(It will come in)
Turn on the sets and then wait for the show
Will he have blond hair and what will he know
Will he tell jokes or will he make us cry
If we write to him will he send back a reply
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
(It will come in)
Like everybody I wait for the day
Like everybody I'll send him away
He may be ugly and have problem hair
Even speak funny and make all the people stare
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
A second co - ming will come in
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming (It will come in)
Second coming
Second coming
Second coming
Second coming
Second coming (It It It will come in)
Second coming (It It It will come in)
Second coming (It It It will come in)
Second coming (It It It will come in)
Second coming (It It It will come in)
The Stranglers - Men in Black -
zazie disse...
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Tem piada que nem me lembrei.
Estava a ler uma entrevista ao Francis Bacon (pintor) e, a dada altura, ele cita estes versos finais para dizer que enunciam magnificamente a violência como ele nunca conseguiu com a pintura.
E é um facto, isto foi escrito em cima de rebentar a Grande Guerra e é excepcional.
