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sexta-feira, 22 de março de 2013

A ficha


Quando nos aproximamos da Igreja de Cristo, demora para cair a ficha.
Quando ela cai, nos esmaga, nos crucifica.

2 comentários:

  1. Isso mesmo. Olha o que eu achei esta semana, meu amigo.



    THE DONKEY

    G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)

    When fishes flew and forests walked
    And figs grew upon thorn,
    Some moment when the moon was blood
    Then surely I was born;

    With monstrous head and sickening cry
    And ears like errant wings,
    The devil's walking parody
    On all four-footed things.

    The tattered outlaw of the earth,
    Of ancient crooked will;
    Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
    I keep my secret still.

    Fools! For I also had my hour;
    One far fierce hour and sweet:
    There was a shout about my ears,
    And palms before my feet.

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  2. É o glorioso burrinho de Ramos, que vai ser aclamado amanhã!

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