...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ...
(Sá de Miranda)
EARLY MORNING BLOGS1801 - Truth "Truth," said a traveller,"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;Often have I been to it,Even to its highest tower,From whence the world looks black." "Truth," said a traveller,"Is a breath, a wind,A shadow, a phantom;Long have I pursued it,But never have I touchedThe hem of its garment." And I believed the second traveller;For Truth was to meA breath, a wind,A shadow, a phantom,And never had I touchedThe hem of its garment.
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