que isto seja esquecido

Não há datas nem horas neste novo modelo. É a procura da eternidade através indefinição temporal.

because things are impermanent, attachment to them is futile [wikipedia]

Because what I want most is permanence,
The long unwinding and continuous flow
Of subterranean rivers out of sense,
That nourish arid landscapes with their blue– Poetry, prayer, or call it what you choose That frees the complicated act of will And makes the whole world both intense and still– I set my mind to artful work and craft, I set my heart on friendship, hard and fast Against the wild inflaming wink of chance And all sensations opend in a glance.
Oh blue Atlantis where the sailors dream Their girls under the waves and in the foam– I move another course. I’ll not look down.

Because what I most want is permanence,
What I do best is bury fire now,
To bank the blaze within, and out of sense, Where hidden fires and rivers burn and flow, Create a world that is still and intense.
I come to you with only the straight gaze.
These are not hours of fire but years of praise, The glass full to the brim, completely full, But held in balance so no drop can spill.

Quão próxima terá de ser uma data para que comece a preocupar-nos?
[George Steiner]

Os últimos três anos de blogue desapareceram. Jazem algures numa tumba que não sei se quero aprender a abrir.

Há algum embaraço na felicidade que encontro neste fim.

Começar de novo é uma decisão tão estúpida como acabar com tudo. Não decidi acabar com nada. Muito menos recomeçar.

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Murder Ballads é o nome de um álbum de 1996 de Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds onde todas em todas as músicas alguém morre. Excepto na última. “Death Is Not the End”, é a a única música que não teve o dedo de Nick Cave.

When you’re sad and when you’re lonely
And you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end

And all your dreams have vanished
And you don’t know what’s up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When you’re standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end

And there’s no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies

When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end

When you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

*um almoço bem regado

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*aqui está outra