cartas ao abismo: julho 2009 cartas ao abismo

o vigilante da noite estava ali parado,
quieto,
sentado,
de cauda no ar
a dar horas de inifito

Citador

“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

John Steinbeck: East of Eden

“Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.”

Jack Kerouac: On the Road

"Além das considerações que a morte de Ivan Ilitch provocou em cada um relativamente às consequentes mudanças e promoções no serviço, o facto em si do falecimento de uma pessoa próxima despertou em todos o habitual sentimento de alegria: morreu ele, e eu não."

Lev Tolstoi: A morte de Ivan Ilitch

“Now the rail that runs over their forefather’s bones leads them onward pointing into infinity, wraiths of humanity trading lightly the surface of the ground so deeply suppurated with the stock of their suffering you only have to dig a foot down to find a baby’s hand.”

Jack Kerouac: Subterraneans

"...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne: Intro "For Whom the Bell Tolls" - Ernest Hemingway

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