É óbvio que, mais não fosse pelo meu sentido de auto-crítica (nem vale a pena falar da minha opinião sobre a natureza das coisas), não concordo com o célebre poema de Philip Larkin. Mas não posso deixar de admitir estar tão bem concretizada essa rebelião de juventude. Só do ponto de vista artísico, merece o post no Generosità.
This Be The Verse
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin (1922-1985)
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin (1922-1985)
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