I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart...

lou reed - venus in furs

Of all the animals in creation, man is the only one who drinks without being thirsty, eats without being hungry and speaks without saying anything John Steinbeck

The only thing we yearn for in our days of life, and which makes us groan and sigh, subject to all kinds of docile nausea, is the memory of a lost joy, probably experienced in the womb, and which can only be reproduced (although we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die? Jack Kerouac Book "On the road - Foot on the road"

"The great achievements are not made by those who surrender to trends, passing fads and popular opinion." Jack Kerouac

Sick of seeing The vision that can be found everywhere. Sick of having. The noise of cities, at night, and in the sun, and always. Sick of knowing. Life stops. - O Noises and Visions! Leaving for new affections and rumours. Arthur Rimbaud

He wrote silences, nights, he wrote down the inexpressible. Fixed vertigo. I created all parties, all triumphs, all dramas. I tried to invent new flowers, new stars, new meats, new languages. Arthur Rimbaud

Hell Proverbs - William Blake In the time of sowing, learn; in the harvest, teach; in winter, enjoy. Drive your chariot and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich and ugly spinster, courted by Impotence. He who desires, but does not act, breeds pestilence. The broken worm forgives the plow. Dive into the river who likes water. The fool does not see the same tree as the wise man. He whose face does not light up will never be a star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sadness. The hours of madness are measured by the clock; but no clock measures those of wisdom. 🇧🇷

She has been found! Who? Eternity. It's the sea mixed with the sun. My immortal soul, Fulfill your vow Be it the summer sun Or pure night. For you free me From human chimeras, From vain desires! Then you fly... — Never hope. Without movement. Science and patience, The ordeal is slow. Let the morning come, With embers of satan, Duty Is your ardor. She has been found! Who? Eternity. It's the sea mixed with the sun. -Arthur Rimbaud

VAMPIRE You who, like a stab You invaded my sad heart, You who, strong as a herd Of demons, madly appeared, To find in the humiliated spirit Finding the bed to the ascendant, - I Infamous to which I am tied Like the forced to the chain, Like the your game the gambler, Like the bottle the drunkard, Like the worms the rot - Damn you, whatever! I implored the swift dagger To give me freedom, one day, I said after the atrocious poison That my cowardice would protect me. But not! The poison and the dagger They told me with a mocking air "No one will finally free you From your accursed captivity Ah! imbecile-from your retreat If we freed you one day, Your kiss would resurrect Your vampire's corpse!" Charles Baudelaire

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. - Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception