Selva Urbana

   Palavras perfeitas, pedras preciosas no sentir.

   "Invictus" de Wlliam Ernest Henley, que "farolou" a verticalidade de Nelson Mandela durante 27 anos de prisão e a coerência do seu até hoje existir.

  E serviu de título ao filme que nos deslumbra actualmente nos cinemas.

  A mim, me arrepia e comove. 

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

black as pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circunstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under de bludgeonings of chance

my head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

looms but the horror of the shade

and yet the menace of the years

finds - and shall find - me unafraid.

It matter not how straight the gate,

how charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.