"Quid Rides? De te fabula narratur." Horácio.

quarta-feira, abril 25, 2007

Idiossincrasia Matinal


Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
W.H. Auden

Pareceu-me apropriado, no dia da liberdade, publicar o epitáfio de um tirano.