quarta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2006

"My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?"


"Rest at pale evening...
A tall slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me."


Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.



Langston Hughes, poeta americano. Nasceu a 1 de Fevereiro de 1902.
(Eu também não sabia!)

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