morfologia religiilor

pentru ca i can't be without
dar si can't be with
si inima se scurge pe piept, pe scaun, pe podea, prin parchet, prin beton, si ajunge la surse
morfologia religiilor
gramatica inimilor
pe scurt

pe lung

pe lat

Life is beautiful. Really, it is. Full of beauty and illusions. Life is great. Without it, you’d be dead.
Gummo (1997), dir. Harmony Korine

To smoke, and have coffee - and if you do it together, it's fantastic. ~Peter Falk

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,

to it, everything had a soul,

and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,

it had no opinion about anything,

had no habits,

it often sat cross-legged,

took off running,

had a cowlick in its hair,

and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,

It was the time for these questions:

Why am I me, and why not you?

Why am I here, and why not there?

When did time begin, and where does space end?

Is life under the sun not just a dream?

Is what I see and hear and smell

not just the reflection of a world before the world?

Is there really such a thing as evil, and people

who really are the Bad Guys?

How can it be that the I, who I am,

didn’t exist before I came to be,

and that, someday, the I who I am,

will no longer be who I am? 

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