Hoje deitei-me no sofá precisamente quando estava a começar o 4 casamentos e 1 funeral. Não sou pessoa de ficar a ver tv mas achei piada ao Hugh Grant tão, tão novinho!

Anyway,

o que motivou este meu post foi o poema que é recitado no funeral - que eu havia esquecido - que é... sem palavras..!

W. H. Auden - "Stop All the Clocks"

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one:

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods:

For nothing now can ever come to any good.