I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.— D. Young
“Infância, nossas bocas sorrindo até o fim, como o que ficou pra trás, como o que nunca será descoberto, como o que nunca mais voltará a ser três.”
“…they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, and event in the perceiver’s mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle.
And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me.”
The Pox Party - M.T. Anderson
“Não é preciso ser velho para sentir o tempo.”
"You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too."
Wuthering Heights
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi’s Dead
oh, Bela, Bela’s undead
YA’ABURNEE
Arabic: Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “you bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
"I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and most self- absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they’re sleeping. For me there’s no discernible difference between killing a child and killing a sleeping man."
The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa
wild beasts
