We spend most of our time and energy
in a kind of horizontal thinking
We move along the surface
but there are times when we stop
We sit still
We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves
or its memory
We listen,
and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper
(James Carroll)
segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2010
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