Da BBC News
E aí eu me lembrei deste poema, de que me lembro sempre que vejo fotos antigas:
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
Do Auden, claro; o poema completo pode ser lido aqui.
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