هكذا أكتب، بشكل جيد أو رديء،مصيباً فيما يسعى إليه قوليأو مخطئاً، أتعثر هنا، أنهض هناك،مواصلاً طريقي، طريق أعمى عنيد.
من سيقرأ أشعاري؟صوب أية أَيْد ستتجه؟زهرة أنا قطفوني من أجل متعة الأعينشجرة نزعوا ثمارها للأفواهنهر أنا و قَدَرُ مياهي أن تفارقني،مقهور، و مع ذلك، تقريباً، مسروركَمَنْ أضجرتهُ ديمومة حزنه.
فجأة، كما لو أن قدرا مداويا شفانى من عمى مزمن بطريقة مباغتة، أرفع الرأس، عن حياتى الغفل، نحو المعرفة الواضحة بكيفية وجودى، فأرى أن كل ما قمت به، كل ما فكرت به، كل ما كنته، هو خداع وجنون. أتعجب مما توص...
É talvez o último dia da minha vida. Saudei o sol, levantando a mão direita, Mas não o saudei, dizendo-lhe adeus, Fiz sinal de gostar de o ver antes: mais nada.
The fundamental error of Romanticism is to confuse what we need with what we desire. We all need certain basic things for life’s preservation and continuance; we all desire a more perfect life, comple...
Ricordo bene il suo sguardo.Attraversa ancora la mia animaCome una scia di fuoco nella notte.
O resto é a vida que nos deixa, a chama que morre no nosso olhar, a púrpura gasta antes de a vestirmos, a lua que vela o nosso abandono, as estrelas que estendem o seu silêncio sobre a nossa hora de d...
Não me importo com as rimas. Raras vezes Há duas árvores iguais, uma ao lado da outra.
No hay mayor tragedia que tener la misma intensidad, en una misma alma o en un hombre, del sentimiento intelectual y del sentimiento moral. Para que un hombre pueda ser distintiva y absolutamente mora...
Leave in a complex state of slumberYour consciousness of science.Look At your white face in the wine’s red mirrorAnd then drink the mirror ...and your consciousness
I’ve never aspired to be more than a dreamer. I paid no attention to those who spoke to me of living. I’ve always belonged to what isn’t where I am and to what I could never be. Whatever isn’t mine, n...
Beyond the bend in the roadThere may be a well, and there may be a castle,And there may be just more road.I don’t know and don’t ask.As long as I’m on the road that’s before the bendI look only at the...
All of life’s unpleasant experiences – when we make fools of ourselves, act thoughtlessly, or lapse in our observance of some virtue – should be regarded as mere external accidents which can’t affect...
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest...
To live is to be other. It’s not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn’t to feel – it’s to remember today what was felt yesterday,...
Nasce o ideal da nossa consciência da imperfeição da vida. Tantos, portanto, serão os ideais possíveis, quantos forem os modos por que é possível ter a vida por imperfeita. A cada modo de a ter por im...
I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die.
Acima da verdade estão os deuses.A nossa ciência é falhada cópiaDa certeza com que elesSabem que há o Universo.
Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like...
The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!