Tirar as medidas à vida com colheres de café:

quem se lembraria?


Ele sim.
Eu também.
E você?

Cocteau para "Querelle de Brest" de Genet

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]

(...)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1919)