The Road Not Taken

People of This World (and another),

Já se tornou um costume assumir aos ventos que "when lacking inspiration, lie about it in a creative way", mas a verdade é que cada vez menos arranjo desculpas para quando algo me falta, preferindo encarar a verdadeira e dura sensação que de facto não está lá em determinados momentos.

Nem sempre "eu" consigo ser "todo eu". Não o lamento. Assumo-o e tento melhorar. Isso sim sempre.

Mas entretanto aqui fica um texto com que me cruzei, que adorei. E uma imagem que escolhi para a ilustrar.



"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference."

The Road not Taken, Robert Frost

Mas aos poucos vou voltando, vou-me enchendo de inspiração minha. Prometo. Preciso.