I fell in love with this poem at a very young age. Courtesy of Coppola's 'The Outsiders'. From time to time, I fall into it again and the words keep rolling in my head. Somehow they seemed appropriate for these particular winter days. 'You thought that all would last forever…'

Devia ter uns nove anos a primeira vez que ouvi/li este poema. Cortesia de Francis Ford Coppola e o seu "The Outsiders". De tempo a tempo regresso àquelas palavras e reinterpreto-as. A efemeridade dos dias em que fotografei estava presente. E a luz mostrava-o bem. 'You thought that all would last forever…'

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay."

Robert Frost
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