"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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