A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself.
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres
to connect them.
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
(Walt Whitman)
Cascatas da Serra da Aboboreira
-
As cascatas da serra da Aboboreira, implantada no extremo ocidental do
maciço montanhoso Marão /Alvão, sempre foram um segredo bem guardado por
experient...
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário