Monday, August 25

Thursday, August 14

Wednesday, August 13

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost


Friday, August 8

Mas não tenho mais nada, amor, para dar

 



"E adeus, meu amor
Nas ondas do mar serei naufragada
Nas rochas mais duras serei mutilada
Posso viver triste, mas nunca negada"

Thursday, August 7

 "The one thing I never counted on was having luck on my side.

It was generally simpler that way."

Alastair Reynolds, Chasm City