Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a bookkeeper forever, and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. In t...
My lack of initiative was the root cause of all my troubles - of my inability to want something before having thought about it, of my inability to commit myself, of my inability to decide in the only...
I try to shed what I’ve learned, I try to forget the way I was taught to remember
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour.....On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden...
I find the present monotonous and absurd spectacle of the world outside me so completely lacking in value or nobility that I can scarcely conceive of it as being the world.
I am nothing.I'll never be anything.I couldn't want to be something.Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
كلى الشوكولاته يا صغيرةكلى الشوكولاته !سترين لا توجد ميتافيزيقا تُضاهى الشوكولاتهسترين كل الديانات لا تُعلّم أكثر مما تعلمه المِقشدةكُلى أيتها الصغيرة القذرة كلى !ليتنى أستطيع أكل الشوكولاته بمثل اليق...
Wise is the man who has the potential for height in his muscles but who renounces climbing in his consciousness. By virtue of his gaze, he has all hills, and by virtue of his position, all valleys.
We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with our notions of the known.
Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a book-keeper for ever and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and merely underline my own ridiculousness by their very beau...
NEVOEIRONem rei nem lei, nem paz nem guerra,define com perfil e sereste fulgor baço da terraque é Portugal a entristecer –brilho sem luz e sem arder,como o que o fogo-fátuo encerra.Ninguém sabe que co...
May I at least carry, to the boundless possibility contained in the abyss of everything, the glory of my disillusion like that of a great dream, and the splendor of not believing like a banner of defe...
If our life were an eternal standing by the window, if we could remain there forever, like hovering smoke, with the same moment of twilight forever painting the curve of the hills… If we could remain...
I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything.
Há um cansaço da inteligência abstracta, e é o mais horroroso dos cansaços. Não pesa como o cansaço do corpo, nem inquieta como o cansaço do conhecimento pela emoção. É um peso da consciência do mundo...
How is it done? By not doing. By dreaming insistently. By performing our daily duties but living, simultaneously, in the imagination. Travelling far and wide, in the geography of our minds. Conquering...
How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people’s words.
An anxiety for being me, forever trapped in myself, floods my whole being without finding a way out, shaping me into tenderness, fear, sorrow and desolation.An inexplicable surfeit of absurd grief, a...
All that I've done, thought or been is a series of submissions, either to a false self that I assumed belonged to me because I expressed myself through it to the outside, or to a weight of circumstanc...
To need to dominate others is to need others. The commander is dependent.