Wandering Star

Como o Sol

"Retirou-se, tentando não olhar para ela, como se ela fosse o sol, mas vendo-a, como ao sol, sem sequer olhar."

Leo Tolstoi, Anna Karenina

Elizabeth Taylor em Doutor Fausto - 1967

Behold, we know not anything

Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last-far off-at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.

Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

Hugo Simberg, Anjo Ferido

Lição de História de Arte

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Nocturno

James Abbot McNeill Whistler, Nocturne in black and gold, the Falling Rocket, c. 1875

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”

O Mercador de Veneza, William Shakespeare
Lorenzo, V.I. 62-73