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...
A cidade está deserta,
E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:
Nas casas... nos carros... nas pontes... nas ruas...
Em todo o lado essa palavra
Repetida ao expoente da loucura!
Ora amarga! Ora doce!
Para nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,
Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!

in Ouvi Dizer Ornatos Violeta




Unas Fotos en La Ciudad de Sylvia (2007) : José Luis Guerín


O que levo em mente logo morre
quando venho a ver-vos, alegria bela;
e quando perto estou, oiço o Amor
que diz: Foge, se morrer te desagrada.
O rosto mostra a cor do coração
que, desmaiando, se apoia a qualquer parte
....
Dante in "Vida Nova"


I have come to the frightening conclusion...



That I am the decisive element.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration,
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides
whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated,
and a person is humanized or de-humanized.
If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.
If we treat people as they ought to be,
we help them become
what they are capable of becoming.

~J.W.Goethe








Kieslowski, Polish Film-maker
documentário de Luc Lagier, 2005





...We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies - all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes....
The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley



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