"Come what may" said once the thief,
In adoration of the mercy of God.
And lifted the work of moonless night,
Fled along the cobbled street on
Which the oil lamps faded
His steps.
I fear not God!For we are
Are not of the same stuff.
And like in Aristotle's thought
No "third man" can ever join us
- As he said to Plato, and we
All believed -
No man is the equal of another
And we are fooled to believe
That all sorts of rules are made
To drive us from ourselves.
We are sewn to each other,
And anon.
The words of the priest prophet
And teacher are hollow vessels
No experience can be translated.
We are animals of no rationality,
And our language is that of
Action.
2 comments:
auzi, da tu despre mine cand scrii???..adica serios acum, chiar ai impresia ca lumea vrea sa citeasca cehstii dastea filizofice...care oricum nau inceput sau sfarsit...sa stii ca (vorba lui tudor) cel mai frumos e sa faci chestii simple...el o iubeste , ea nu, si el incerca so convinga....ia uitate la tine...numia depsre ambiguitati scrii...of domane...ma duc in mall la maichiura ca mai enervat....hai pa!!
Ti-a zis-o femeia ba :) No further comments, ce sa mai adaugi xD
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