domenica, aprile 28, 2013
From you alone to you alone, everlasting to everlasting, all that is not you is suffering, all that is not you is solitude rehearsing the arguments of loss. All that is not you is the man collapsing against his own forehead, and the forehead crushes him. All that is not you goes out and out, gathering the voices of revenge, harvesting lost triumphs far from the real and necessary defeat. It is to you I speak, solitude to unity, failure to mercy, and loss to the light. It is you I welcome here, coming through the coarse glory of my imagination, to this very night, to this very couch, to this very darkness. Grant me a forgiving sleep, and rest my DEMON.
E TUDO QUANTO NÃO É VOCÊ ME LEVA A UMA PRECIPITAÇÃO DE FACAS. E FAZ COM QUE NÃO OS SEGREDOS - PORQUE NÃO ACREDITO QUE HAJA NADA NA MINHA VIDA ENCOBERTO; NO MÁXIMO, TOMADO POR POEIRA -, MAS OS ASSUNTOS QUE EVITO COM OS OUTROS TODOS FIRAM MAIS. PORQUE VOCÊ É QUEM PRECISA SABER DELES, E ME JUSTIFICA. SEMPRE E TANTO.