segunda-feira, 17 de setembro de 2007




Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming”

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