Thursday, 11 November 2010
freedom
free like a bird...
"In his heart there was something that glowed like gypsy's fire seen across hills and mists of night, burning in a wild land. These are the gems of the human soul, the rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye, the countless gold of the aching heart, the martyr's groan, and the lover's sigh.
I want to reach for someting precious, to make whatever to sacrifice that requires. It's all so vague and grandiose. Purity of heart. Poetry and daydreams."
Rich Sapero: Wild Animus, 2oo4
falling umbrella
"Some people do that.."
"What?"
"Follow a dream."
"Not a corporal dream of deeds or position or possessions. But a dream of the soul. Of the spirit."
"Growing up means letting go of those, doesn't it."
"Not for everyone."
"I don't have a dream worth devoting my life to."
"You might find one. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings."
Rich Sapero: Wild Animus, 2oo4
Evolutionslücke
"I dont't want the void. I don't want fantasies. I want something real, not another fragment of truth to puzzle over (...). I want to live in a new world, a true on of my own devising.
Inexhaustible desire, at the service of a unique perception.
That's what life should be. A jurney of the mind and heart that gives birth to something (...)."
Rich Sapero: Wild Animus, 2oo4
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