se.. (bom fim-de-semana)

if

if freckles were lovely, and day was night,
and measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
life would be delight,--
but things couldn't go right
for in such a sad plight
i wouldn't be i.

if earth was heaven and now was hence,
and past was present, and false was true,
there might be some sense
but i'd be in suspense
for on such a pretense
you wouldn't be you.

if fear was plucky, and globes were square,
and dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
things would seem fair,--
yet they'd all despair,
for if here was there
we wouldn't be we.

e.e. cummings