literatura

É domingo.
E tem conto inédito de Furio Lonza procês.
Segue o aqui o link
–saff

… Fire is bright and fire is clean.

Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.
Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he’s the Lord of all Creation
Preciso reler Fahrenheit 451. E já tomei providências. A cachaça ? Não. Encomendei o livro.
–saff

Há dias que se acorda pensando que chegou a hora de pegar o barco de Yeats …
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and […]