“It Is An Art Of The Most Exquisite Kind To Touch Someone’s Soul Before Touching Their Skin.”

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”

— Heraclitus

Êsse Mundo é Meu (Sérgio Ricardo, 1964)

What a pretentious fuck

Words have memories, they have witnessed so many things in history so far. If you know how to look at them, you can see the scars, the traces (i.e., the suggestions), the stories engraved on them. Words have words in their bellies, and they save them to be searched for those who really want to know the truth. The true history lies in their bellies in pieces, waiting to be found (or be awaken). History does not repeat itself, it mumbles in its sleep.

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