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Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me --
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember....
- Constantine P. Cavafy -
beloved sensation, return and take me --
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember....
- Constantine P. Cavafy -
Quando os lábios
In the same moment, both hate and desire died forever within him, as he knew the price of his revenge.
The dead astronaut was perhaps more beautiful in death than she had been in life. Tiny though she was, she must have been tough as well as highgly-trained to qualify for this mission. As she lay at Tibor's feet she was neither a Russian, nor the first female human being to have seen the far side of the Moon. She was merely the girl that he had killed.
Nick was talking from a long way off.
"She was carrying this," he said, in an unsteady voice. "Had it tight in her hand. Took me a long time to get it out."
Tibor scarcely heard him, and never even glanced at the tiny spool of tape lying in Nick's palm. He could not guess, in this moment beyond all feeling, that the Furies had yet to close in upon his soul --- and that soon the whole world would be listening to an accusing voice from beyond the grave, branding him more irrevocably than any man since Cain.
in Tales from Planet Earth - Arthur C. Clarke
E a pele recordam
If God approved his creation, He breathed the painted clay-model into life by signing His own name.
The Pillow Book
E as mãos sentem
Sigo os meus próprios passos na neve, fria, ás vezes engano-os, contorno-os, num desafio. Abatem-se sobre mim vagas de emoção, uma sucessão de granizo e azeite a ferver sob as muralhas de um qualquer reino distante.
Como se tocassem de novo
Who am I?Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cell’s confinement
Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me
I used to speak to my warders
Freely and friendly and clearly, as though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me
I bore the days of misfortune
Equally, smilingly, proudly, like one accustomed to win.
Am I then really all that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat,
Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
Tossing in expectation of great events,
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?
Who am I? This or the other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army,
Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
March 4,1946
FIM
EPÍLOGO
Isaac Newton
snark
There are several different varieties of snark. Some have feathers and bite, and some have whiskers and scratch. Some are Boojums, which appear a more dangerous kind. When a baker met with this variety, he softly and suddenly vanished away and was never met with again.
The taste of the snark is meager and hollow, but crisp (apparently like a coat that is too tight in the waist), with a flavor of Will-o-the-wisp. It is sometimes served with greens. It also sleeps late into the day. While the snark is very ambitious, and has very little sense of humor, it is very fond of bathing-machines, and constantly carries them about wherever it goes. It is also handy for striking a light.
The domain of the snark is an island filled with chasms and crags, many months' sail from England. On the same island may also be found other creatures such as the Jubjub and Bandersnatch. It is the same island where the Jabberwock was slain. The snark is a peculiar creature that cannot be captured in a commonplace way. Above all, courage is required during a snark hunt. The most common method is to seek it with thimbles, care, forks, and hope. One may also 'threaten its life with a railway share' or 'charm it with smiles and soap'.
in Wikipedia
Um grão de areia ou uma pedra,
To see the world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake
Na água ambos se afundam
A jovem femea trepa o arbusto mais alto que encontra.Sabe que a escolha do sitio é de vital importancia para a sua sobrevivência.
Esconde-se, e espera que o grande animal, milhões de vezes maior do que ela se acerque.
Ainda tem alguns dias e por isso pode esperar.
Sem que ele dê por isso, trepa para o flanco e começa a alimentar-se do seu sangue.
Alguns dias depois, a jovem mãe inchada como um medronho cai no solo, morta.
No seu ventre, os ovos resultantes de um momento efémero eclodem.
Os jovens alimentam-se do corpo da mãe.
Crescem e atingem a maturidade sexual ainda no ventre materno.
Os jovens machos fecundam as jovens femeas e morrem antes de nascer.
As femeas rompem o que resta do corpo da mãe e procuram o arbusto mais alto...
No seu ventre, os ovos resultantes de um momento efémero eclodem.
Os jovens alimentam-se do corpo da mãe.
Crescem e atingem a maturidade sexual ainda no ventre materno.
Os jovens machos fecundam as jovens femeas e morrem antes de nascer.
As femeas rompem o que resta do corpo da mãe e procuram o arbusto mais alto...
In the end, everything is a gag
I want to die peacefully while asleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus.
anonymous
Luv
Apaixonaram-se por acaso, num acidente de automóvel. Ele foi projectado (quem o mandou não levar cinto?) do lugar do morto para o colo dela (quem a mandou andar de vidro aberto?), condutora albarroada. Curiosamente, ambos detestaram o Crash.anónimo
All... or nothing at all
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dryrot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Jack London
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