The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

- W. Blake

Correria de pensamentos, propostas indecentes, masturbações mentais.
E será que eu devo me entregar ao fascínio da tentação? Mas,... e se?

Ao mesmo tempo, como não? Tudo muito doido. Tudo ao mesmo tempo, embaralhado.

Muitas coisas a resolver. Inclusive quem eu sou. Soul. O que EU quero.

Ó pedaço de mim, ó metade arrancada de mim

Muito medo.

♫ - Twinkle, twinkle, little star