Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Written By
William Ernest Henley

Bowie deixou o andar cá de baixo

Major Tom, até na hora de ires passear um pouco mais para longe da nossa vista, conseguiste primar pela originalidade, ou então a ironia da  realidade esteve do teu lado, pois coincidências, meu caro, sabemos que não existem . Bem haja, camaleão.