Passeando pela net esses dias, acabei encontrando esse poema aí em baixo:

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann’d
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

She was a Phantom of delight – W. Wordsworth

Não vou nem comentar muito, pra não estragar. Mas que é possível ver aí a mulher dos sonhos de qualquer um, isto é inegável!

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Caro leitor, você sabia que o parafuso de Edison é o nome que recebe o mecanismo de ajuste ou de fixação de uma lâmpada incandescente, desenvolvido por Thomas Edison em 1909? Não?! Me neither!

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Só pra constar: o Timão está metendo uma goleada incrível no Goiás! Poesia pura, não?