“A Dream Deferred”
(Langston Hughes)
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over –
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
É exatamente isso... estou adiando um sonho...
mas afinal que nunca teve um sonho adiado?!
Assinar:
Postar comentários (Atom)
Postagens
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário