Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes

Em menos de um mês morreram o Jorge Ferreira e a Elisabete Dias. O Jorge tinha 48 anos, e a Elise, 32. Li ambos com deleite, troquei palavras e sons mais com um do que com outro, qualquer deles deu justíssimo sentido às definições de Humanidade pelas quais alinho. Não compreendo, e talvez aqui jaza […]

Citação do dia

“…Listen, what’s the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me-it’s being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who’s had some disease that’s eaten his brain out. You’d have nothing then but your voice-your voice and your thought. You’d scream to that creature why it should […]

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,And turn your eyes around,Where waving woods and waters wildDo hymn an autumn sound.The summer sun is faint on them —The summer flowers depart —Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,Except your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time,May yet be in your mind;And how you heard the […]