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Antonio Porchia 


Yes, I will try to be.
Because I believe that not being is arrogant.

I love for the sake of what I loved,
and what I loved
I would not go back to loving.

The flowers that you hold in your hands was born
today and already it is as old as you are.

Chimeras come singly and leave accompanied.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

We tear life out of life to use it
for looking at itself.

For as long as and insofar as it cannot be,
it is almost always a reproach to everything that can.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

Only a few arrive at nothing, because the way is long.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless.
If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.