Cunosc adevărul...

A gândi o floare înseamnă a o vedea şi a o mirosi
Iar a mânca un fruct înseamnă a-i cunoaşte gustul.

Iată de ce în zile cu zăpuşeală când
Mă simt trist de cât de mult mă bucur,
Şi când mă tolănesc în iarbă cât sunt de lung,
Şi închid ochii înfierbântaţi,
Îmi simt tot corpul întins peste realitate,
Cunosc adevărul şi-s fericit.

(Fernando Pessoa)

reading

What we believe a book to be reshapes itself with every reading. Over the years my experiences, my tastes, my prejudices have changed: as the days go by, my memory keeps re-shelving, cataloguing, discarding the volumes in my library; my words and my world - except for a few constant landmarks - are never one and the same -

Alberto Manguel, in A Reader on Reading

Is a celebration more beautiful because it lasts longer?

(Self Portrait on 6th Wedding Anniversary)

As I was painting today, some thoughts came to me and I want to write them down for the people I love. I know I shall not live very long. But I wonder, is that sad? Is a celebration more beautiful because it lasts longer? And my life is a celebration, a short, intense celebration. My powers of perception are becoming finer, as if I were supposed to absorb everything in the few years that are still to be offered me, everything. My sense of smell is unbelievably keen at present. With almost every breath I take, I get a new sense and understanding of the linden tree, of ripened wheat, of hay, and of mignonette. I suck everything up into me. And if only now love would blossom for me, before I depart; and if I can paint three good pictures, then I shall go gladly, with flowers in my hair.

Paula Modersohn-Becker, July 26, 1900.

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Paradisul

"Dacă Dumnezeu ar fi venit aici în vara aceasta și ar fi văzut ce am văzut eu, ar fi socotit că paradisul său e de prisos".

Emily Dickinson

o cale spre mine

"I don't create poetry, I create myself, for me my poems are a way to me."



Edith Södergran

write about the mist

“Take your materials from what is around you — if you see a dandelion, write about it; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for poetry are all about you in profusion.”

- Masaoka Shiki

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the world breaks everyone

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that
will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.
If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

- Ernest Hemingway, "A Farewell to Arms"