Nem as flores...

Nem estas flores me fazem sorrir. Um peso sobre os olhos, um cansaço inexplicável: um caos. Se existem deuses não sei por onde andam.

x Childe Hassam

The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the eternal overthrow of things is great. And there is another paradox.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Mineola [NY]: Dover Publications Inc., 2007, p. 112-113.

Pensamento

I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume.
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Walt Whtman, Leaves of Grass, New York: Dover Publications, 2007, p. 21