Wit
Vi o filme "Wit" no outro dia e foi, sem sombra de dúvidas dos melhores filmes que já tive o prazer de ver. Daqueles que quando se vê se gosta mas depois, passados uns dias, ao relembrar, ainda se aprecia mais. Quem vir, de certo que integrará o poema abaixo como parte da sua alma... Recomendo!
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
John Donne
