Já li este poema tanta vez durante tanto tempo que já não tenho uma ideia clara de quando o li pela primeira vez. Tem me acompanhado no meu percurso ajudando a alimentar as bases da minha personalidade. É um dos textos mais importantes que já li e que mais me influenciou. Um dia irei o passar aos meus filhos.
Mais uma vez: If de Rudyard Kipling.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run
gostei muito mesmo deste dois versos
Olá! Visto não conseguir fazer desaparecer aquele maldito vírus do meu blog resolvi criar um novo cantinho, de se nome http://amaranthpink.blogspot.com .
Beijinho
c, é engraçado gostares desse, é um dos versos que mais tempo me levou a interiorizar...aliás, ainda o estou a tentar compreender na totalidade.
Olá Eli, pois...o raio do addware ou malware ou raiosqueopartamware está a dar muito trabalho, já fiz muita limpeza ao pc e ao blog, mas ainda não confirmei se ainda dá o tal aviso quando entram. Já me inscrevi no novo blog =)
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posso ter interpretado mal, mas para mim significa que cada momento inesquecível tem sempre por trás ou como base um caminho, um percurso. e é isso que o torna inesquecível é o percurso. interpretações minhas!
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