Norman

“Once and for all, let us speak the paradox aloud: "We have been force-fed for so long the shudders of a thousand graveyards that at last, seeking a macabre redemption, a salvation by horror, we willingly consume the terrors of the tomb...and find them to our liking.”
― Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe

“Or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”
― T S Eliot, Four Quartets

“My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once…”
― William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

“¡Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos!
Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar!
Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos,
nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar.

¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta!
Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo,
sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa?
¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal