Nocturno

Night the FirstBy Nature's law, what may be, may be now; There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps, This peradventure, infamous for lies, As on a rock of adamant we build Our mountain hopes, spin out eternal schemes As we the Fatal Sisters could out-spin, And big with life's futurities, expire. Not ev'n Philander had bespoke his shroud, Nor had he cause; a warning was deny'd: How many fall as sudden, not as safe! As sudden, though for years admonish'd home. Of human ills the last extreme beware; Beware, Lorenzo, a slow-sudden death. How dreadful that deliberate surprise! Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene. If not so frequent, would not this be strange? That 'tis so frequent, this is stranger still. Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born, All pay themselves the compliment to think They, one day, shall not drivel: and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least, their own; their future selves applauds; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails; That lodg'd in Fate's to Wisdom they consign. The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone. 'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage; when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool, Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.Definir o que fa..o e penso em palavras me .. tão sofrido como ver a marcha de pessoas amorfas que vem em minha dire..ão relapsas ao fim... sufocado me encontro com minha ang..stia, e o conformismo alheio me tortura at.. a altura de eu renegar tudo aquilo que não somos. Donos são voc..s do inverno infinito que perdura sobre meus dias, mas sobrevivo com o calor criativo de minhas palavras causando um paradoxo existencial,a qual, impulsiona esse movimento solit..rio e contr..rio ao sistema c..clico previs..vel do destino. Como um sino fa..o dissonar esse pequenino hino para todos os meninos que vão se esvaindo pelo caminho desconcertante e incerto da escravidão dos esfaveladores, que brindam com vinho tinto fino e am..nia, pelo sucesso do fracasso da democracia, onde os derrotados são escravos e produtos dessa grande col..nia. N..meros apenas n..meros .. o que nos resume. Numeradores e numerados. In..meras são as discordâncias... Como posso ver vida nessa arrogante esp..cie sem substância? Porque mata e escraviza a si mesma em nome do progresso do futuro? O futuro do qual tenho certeza .. de que toda a sua exist..ncia at.. a pr..xima gera..ão irão redescer para o vale do esquecimento, onde o nada absoluto se faz de casa."Felix que potuit rerum cognoscere causas"