Porque é que eu gosto do David Fonseca? Entre outras coisas, porque no meio de quinhentos posts sobre uma das coisas mais estúpidas do mundo, ele posta poesia.

"I thought of you and how you love this beauty,

And walking up the long beach all alone

I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder

As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me

The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --

We two will pass through death and ages lengthen

Before you hear that sound again with me."

"I Thought of You", Sara Teasdale