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sendo esta a minha 1ª vez , ( que escrevo num blog) e como acho que não tenho absolutamente nada de interessante que vos dizer, faço minha a reflexão de um dos grandes da poesia americana, Walt Whitman. deixo o resto ao vosso sincero critério

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and
who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?


Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

God bless