Isaías, Antigo Testamento

Apenas quando somos instruídos pela realidade é que podemos mudá-la.

Atos, Novo Testamento, AT, 19:39

Atos, AT, 19:39, Mas, se vocês estão pleiteando alguma outra coisa, isso será decidido em assembleia regular.

⁠Te olhar nos olhos parece o infinito Eu bati a nave quando vi o seu sorriso

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.

O vício é muitas vezes o estrume da virtude.

Em momentos de crise, todos precisamos decidir várias e várias vezes quem amamos.

Amós, Antigo Testamento, AM, 4:8

Amós, AM, 4:8, Pessoas de duas ou três cidades se dirigiram a outra cidade para beber água, sem conseguirem matar a sede, mas vocês não se converteram a mim`, diz o Senhor.

II Crônicas, Antigo Testamento, 2CR, 8:15

II Crônicas, 2CR, 8:15, Não se desviaram do que o rei havia ordenado aos sacerdotes e levitas, em coisa nenhuma, nem no que se refere aos tesouros.

Lamento se isso causa sofrimento Mas eu nunca te amei Eu nunca te amei

Ainda que eu seja um otimista melancólico, sou um otimista.