18 marzo 2016

Old gilt

When out of exhaustion all you can pour on your exam is a nebula of approximative concepts.
When your head feels turgid and your eyes are sore.
When your shoulders feel you are carrying the world on them.
When your legs are weakened and your complexion weary.

It takes the breeze in your face while cycling back home,
the warm golden sunbeams of early spring
that makes Paris gleam
or just a kind bearded smile and a wave
from behind a windshield,
to remind you

that it's all worth it.

06 marzo 2016

It was the year of Our Lord...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.


Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities