it's fall
and i'm painting pears
and cleaning
and messing around with images
and trying to listen
to my partner in crime
who,
even if he feels:
"Não me entendo e ajo como se entendesse"
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it's fall
and i'm painting pears
and cleaning
and messing around with images
and trying to listen
to my partner in crime
who,
even if he feels:
"Não me entendo e ajo como se entendesse"
1 comment:
oh.... my dear
it is more like intuition
that little voice...
but in fact, it is a lot like pretending to grasp the whole thing.
that possible cosmic consciousness
which so connects me with you
with clarice
and every other being who dares
say
"(…) how can I say it, if not timidly like this: life is it self my self. Life is it self my self, and I don’t understand what I say. And then I adore."
Clarice Lispector
i do love to think i understand you*
and we know what we both need
(this has made my day!)
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