Jeremias, Antigo Testamento

Ezequiel, Antigo Testamento, EZ, 3:1

Ezequiel, EZ, 3:1, Ainda me disse: - Filho do homem, coma o que está aí diante de você. Coma esse rolo; depois, vá falar à casa de Israel.

Podemos odiar aqueles que amamos. Os outros são-nos indiferentes.

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 33:5

Salmos, SL, 33:5, Ele ama a justiça e o direito; a terra está cheia da bondade do Senhor.

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.

Estou lutando pela minha vida. E vou continuar lutando. Mas você precisa de um emprego. Precisa se lembrar de pagar o aluguel, conversar quando olham para você, sorrir se uma garota sorrir para você. Preciso saber que vai ficar bem.

⁠Caminha comigo: o segredo, a manha e a senha!

Sempre almejamos a paz até que o trânsito nos atinge.

A vida necessita de pausas.

O universo não nos uniria por apenas um verão, certo?

Jeremias, Antigo Testamento, JR, 10:23

Jeremias, JR, 10:23, Eu sei, ó Senhor, que não cabe ao ser humano determinar o seu caminho, nem cabe ao que anda dirigir os seus passos.