"The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity" W. B. Yeats Tragam-me os seus mortos, tragam-me os seus mortos! O tempo se desfaz Pó, nada mais nos resta!