Baruch Espinoza

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Lucas, Novo Testamento, LC, 6:46

Lucas, LC, 6:46, <J> - Por que vocês me chamam ´Senhor, Senhor!`, e não fazem o que eu mando?</J>

Atos, Novo Testamento, AT, 24:8

Atos, AT, 24:8, ordenando que os seus acusadores viessem à presença do senhor. Se o interrogar, o senhor mesmo poderá tomar conhecimento de todas as coisas de que nós o acusamos.

Nada perturba o sentimento de singularidade de alguém como a presença de outros seres humanos que se sentem igualmente singulares.

Nota: Autoria não confirmada.

O poeta é um fingidor. Finge tão completamente Que chega a fingir que é dor A dor que deveras sente.

A sua vida e a sua virtude dependiam da clemência daqueles homens e esta era uma ideia que a moça não podia tolerar. Afinal de contas, a clemência era divina. Aqueles homens, não.

Tudo que você consegue imaginar pode vir a ser realidade. Depende apenas das coordenadas espaço-tempo.

Jeremias, Antigo Testamento, JR, 37:3

Jeremias, JR, 37:3, Contudo, o rei Zedequias mandou que Jucal, filho de Selemias, e o sacerdote Sofonias, filho de Maaseias, fossem falar com o profeta Jeremias, para dizer: - Por favor, ore ao Senhor, nosso Deus, por nós.

Êxodo, Antigo Testamento, EX, 38:15

Êxodo, EX, 38:15, Para o outro lado da entrada do átrio, de um e de outro lado da entrada, havia cortinas de seis metros e sessenta de comprimento; as suas colunas eram três, e as suas bases, três.

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 41:30

Jó, JÓ, 41:30, Debaixo do ventre ele tem escamas pontiagudas; arrasta-se sobre a lama, como um instrumento de debulhar.