nho Resistente Existencial: (657) Good Night Post

Resistente Existencial

Extractos irónicos e provocantes acerca de política, sociedade, media, cultura e do umbigo de um desalinhado anjo caído.

segunda-feira, outubro 04, 2004

(657) Good Night Post


Song of Myself

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with
perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the
distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and
vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing
of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and
dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn (... ) [resto do poema]

WALT WHITMAN

Site Meter
A minha fotografia
Nome:
Localização: Portugal
  • Livro de Reclamações:

  • nunopinho(AT)vianw.pt

    (Substituir (AT) por @)