Queria estar de férias aqui.

                                                     What is this life if full of care
                                              We have no time to stand and stare?
                                              No time to stand beneath the boughs
                                              And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
                                             No time to see, when woods we pass,
                                            Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
                                               No time to see, in broad daylight,
                                            Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
                                               No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
                                         And watch her feet, how they can dance.
                                              No time to wait till her mouth can
                                               Enrich that smile her eyes began.
                                                 A poor life this, if full of care,
                                            We have no time to stand and stare.

                                            William Henry Davies 1871 - 1940