Furor melancólico

heroico e fatal

Lucas Cranach, Melancolia (detalhe ), 1532

nas asas do desejo

Look – night is opening her arms of sky to you
Cuddle up to her like a young man in love,
then shut your eyes at the slightest breeze
and you will feel her face on her face

Rainer Maria Rilke, Inner Sky

no descuido das crianças

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one…..

Peter Handke, Song of Childhood

Virgílio Ferreira (baloiço do alto de Berlim)- work-in-progress