(Achei interessante esse trecho do Tony Hoagland, um poeta americano contemporâneo. O poema completo é impublicável, hehe. Mas se quiser procura, chama-se "Self-Improvement"):
Sometimes we are asked to get good at something we have no talent for, or we excel at something we will never have the opportunity to prove.
Often we ask ourselves to make absolute sense out of what just happens, and in this way, what we are practicing
is suffering, which everybody practices, but strangely few of us grow graceful in.
The climaxes of suffering are complex, costly, beautiful, but secret.
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(Achei interessante esse trecho do Tony Hoagland, um poeta americano contemporâneo. O poema completo é impublicável, hehe. Mas se quiser procura, chama-se "Self-Improvement"):
Sometimes we are asked
to get good at something we have
no talent for,
or we excel at something we will never
have the opportunity to prove.
Often we ask ourselves
to make absolute sense
out of what just happens,
and in this way, what we are practicing
is suffering,
which everybody practices,
but strangely few of us
grow graceful in.
The climaxes of suffering are complex,
costly, beautiful, but secret.
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