quinta-feira, 11 de agosto de 2011

Justice

There's a land, wich I suppose,
Where everybody has a crooked nose;

And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.

But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn;

And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.

Fernando Pessoa.