119-William Shakespeare

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Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last sillable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth, William Shakespeare

Penso che questa parte dica tutto. Verità pura. Magia.

Non ho messo la traduzione perché non gli rendeva onore.

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