If I had land under my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man. His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I...With him together down...I could not save her. Waters: bitter death: lost.

JOYCE, JAMES, in Ulysses

WOULD BE THE NIGHT OUR BEST FRIEND?

I SAY, SEDUCTIVE AS IT IS,
EVERY WORD SOUNDS MAGIC


-YET REALITY IS NOT ILLUSION

I WAS BLIND BY THE VEIL

A BLACK ONE AND NOT A CLEAR ONE

LIKE WATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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JUST LIKE THE SKY

For what reason did he meditate on schemes so difficult of realisation?

It was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic relation to himself of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil recollection of the past when practised habitually before retiring for the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a result sound repose and renovated vitality.

JOYCE, JAMES, in Ulysses

VAMOS RIR?


CUMPLICIDADES PELA NOITE DENTRO...MADRUGADA!!!

"Não deixes crescer a erva…, do caminho que te leva à casa do teu amigo."

(Saigyo Hoshi)

SARCOIDOSE: VISÍVEL!

VENHA UMA BOA DOSE DE CORTISONA!