A falta The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This briken jaw of our lost kingdom (...) Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow (...) Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow (...) Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow (...) This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. T. S. Eliot, The hollow men, in Collected Poems, Faber & Faber. Vou dormir sobre este assunto. Oxalá sonhe com ele. Ana Roque --------