Coincidências?

As coincidências que ocorrem em minha vida são por demais perturbadoras se se levar os detalhes muito a sério.

Quer um exemplo? Na Terça-feira passada na aula de Inglês foi utilizado o nome de Robert Frost, poeta americano. Agora há pouco entrei no Alfabeto para xeretar e o primeiro poema que apareceu foi o que estudamos na última aula, desse homem sofrido e atemporal. Vai o poema saltitante para você:

Robert Frost

The road not taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And being one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
— I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.