Veronica

“Ci hanno mescolato le anime e ormai abbiamo tutti gli stessi pensieri. Noi aspettiamo ma niente ci aspetta, né un’astronave né un destino.

Se adesso cominciasse a piovere ti bagneresti, se questa notte farà freddo la tua gola ne soffrirà, se torni indietro a piedi nel buio dovrai farti coraggio, se continui a vagare sarai sempre più sfatto. Ogni fenomeno è in sé sereno. Chiama le cose perché restino con te fino all’ultimo.”
― Gianni Celati, Verso la foce

“As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“Go ahead, deny up and down that the delicate act of turning the doorknob, that act which may transform everything, is done with the indifferent vigor of a daily reflex. See you later, sweetheart. Have a good day.

Tighten your fingers around a teaspoon, feel its metal pulse, its mistrustful warning. How it hurts to refuse a spoon, to say no to a door, to deny everything that habit has licked to a suitable smoothness. How much simpler to accept the easy request of the spoon, to use it, to stir the coffee.”
― Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas

“Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.”
― Stan Brakhage, Metaphors on Vision