Sublime

sinto que nenhum ser humano seria capaz de responder àqueles sentimentos e questões que possuem vida própria em suas profundezas;

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

what am I without those who understand me?

é na construção da nossa relação com a poesia que vamos abandonando o excesso de seriedade e entendendo a tarefa de viver presente e tentar compreender o nosso tempo.

I’m giving the words back; all except one: life.*

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

2. Emptiness

the No-Beginning,