Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

"It Is the Hour", by Lord Byron


It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour -- when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met,
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the Heaven that clear obscure
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.

Três casos

Helena Matos hoje no Público:

Casa Pia. Freeport. Escutas em Belém - estes casos têm em comum o não estarem encerrados e envolverem os máximos dirigentes de Portugal, respectivamente o presidente da Assembleia da República, o primeiro-ministro e o Presidente da República...