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Two roads diverged

2424 dias atrás por Nilton   Comentários (0)

 É estranho isto, como certas pequenas coisas vividas, ouvidas, sentidas ou lidas parecem ser tão relevantes, tão estruturantes, tão duradouras, aquela pequena lista do que julgamos poder ser nosso epitáfio.

Este é um destes, há um quarto de século, de alguma forma, parece ser sussurrado  não sei de onde, de quando em vez.
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 marked 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.