Before I travelled my road I was my road.
Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Because they know the name of what I am looking for, they think they know what I am looking for!
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?