Dieppe (agora, sim...) again the
Dieppe
(agora, sim...)
again the last ebb
the dead shingle
the turning then the steps
towards the lights of old
*
my way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
the summer rain rains on my life
on me my life harrying fleeing
to its beginning to this end
my peace is there in the receding mist
when I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholds
and live the space of a door that opens and shuts
Samuel Beckett
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Publicado em 23 de Novembro de 2004