NU MAI SUNT
Totul in jur artificial imi pare
Si rasuflarea-mi parca-i doar o iluzie,
Nici corpul meu dus intr-o ora tarzie,
Nimic nu ma doare.

Visez eu ca-n fata-mi cuvinte se-nsira,
Ca sunetul surd al penitei se-opreste,
Ca ochii ori mintea-mi imi tot joaca feste,
Ca fara-a mea voie trupul se-nchina.

Ma-ntreb de exist,de dorm ori pe veci
Inexistenta voi fii ca toate ce-s in jur,
O gura de aer de-as mai reusi sa fur,
Incalzise-vor oare aste maini reci?


by Bitzu
10:34 AM
 
AmPHitheAtrum SyMbOlicum POEtarum
where may the falling children gather their calls...
NADA
quem corre cai com quem
a queda faz parte da perfeição
e a coisa fazente vira feitura tessitura ....... de solidão

 

"Pleasure and distress, fear and courage, desire and aversion, where have these affections and experiences their seat?" [Plotinus]
"The life of true happiness is not a thing of mixture." [Plotino]
"A Snake is afraid of a man that is naked, but pursues a man that is clothed." [Agrippa]
The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and
unchanging Tao. The name that can be named is not the enduring and
unchanging name.[Lao-Tse]
Hence time is aptly described as a mimic of eternity that seeks to break up in its fragmentary flight the permanence of its exemplar. [Plotino]
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. [Walt Whitman]
Don't read what lies in the black squares My Love...
for they hide what I can't see...