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18.5.15
"Enquanto uma chora, outra ri; é a lei do mundo, meu rico senhor; é a perfeição universal. Tudo chorando seria monótono, tudo rindo cansativo; mas uma boa distribuição de lágrimas e polcas, soluços e sarabandas, acaba por trazer à alma do mundo a variedade necessária, e faz-se o equilíbrio da vida."
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7.5.13
big apple (6) | A Girl (with you)
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The
tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world. |
6.5.13
big apple (5) | " City of orgies, walks and joys,(...) | with you
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City of orgies, walks and joys,
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one
day make
Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your
spectacles, repay me,
Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at
the wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows
with
goods in them,
Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in
the soiree
or feast;
Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and
swift flash
of eyes offering me love,
Offering response to my own--these repay me,
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
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