Literature

I took wild honey from the plants,
I took salt from the waters, I took light from the sky.
Listen,...
- Jorge de Lima
Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
deception,
That I thought eternal. De...
- Giacomo Leopardi
 Art -  Literature - The Modern Boy - Cars of the Future
The Modern Boy - Cars of the Future
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February 7th 2013
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Doughty Budrys the old, Lithuanian bold,
He has summoned his lusty sons three.
"Your chargers...
- Adam Mickiewicz
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slum...
- Isaac Watts
THERE stands an ancient castle
On yonder mountain height,
Where, fenced with door and portal,
Onc...
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle o...
- D. H. Lawrence
I did not have this face of today
So calm
So sad
So thin.

Nor these eyes so empty
Nor this bi...
- Cecilia Meireles
 Art -  Literature - A Scheme of the Solar System
A Scheme of the Solar System
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January 29th 2013
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Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of ...
- Alexander Blok
I long for the land that is not,
For all that is, I am weary of wanting.
The moon speaks to me in ...
- Edith Sodergran
One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Conrad, what...
- Heinrich Hoffmann
There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasonin...
- Dante Alighieri
My soul was a light blue dress the color of the sky;
I left it on a rock by the sea
and naked I ca...
- Edith Sodergran
My sweet, here at the foot o fyour last bed
In which you're resting now from your long life,
I've ...
- Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
I stand aloft on the balcony,
The starlings around me crying,
And let like maenad my hair st...
- Annette von Droste-Hülshoff
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold....
- Matsuo Basho
I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothin...
- Federico García Lorca