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I will die now
I will die now.
Be quiet,
or the bench will crack from sadness.
~Francisco’s mother
Eleven years of drought
Eleven years of drought,
the rocks are sick.
The world is dying.
Evil is a trick.
~Cobra Verde
Do not move
Do not move
Stay still
The water, the earth and the sun turn black.
God in His Perplexity,
pretends it’s His Will.
~Francisco’s mother
I long to go
I long to go forth from here to another world.
~Francisco Manoel, Cobra Verde
Walking Barefoot
Woman: And why are you barefoot? Don’t you have any shoes?
Francisco Manoel: I don’t trust shoes.
~Cobra Verde
Where Does The Snow Come From?
Francisco Manoel: And where does the snow come from?
Euclides: You’ll see it out there! There’s always snow on the moon! That’s why it’s always white! White and cold. You have to look very carefully.
Francisco Manoel: And why is that?
Euclides: It’s because the moon.. takes the water out of the ocean. And when night falls… the tips of the mountains attract the snowflakes. But only as much as the salt we have in our tears.
Francisco Manoel: And here on earth?
Euclides: It’s very far away – you must keep going west. Four years on horseback… and ten on foot. And after that, there are high mountains. They rise higher and higher – right over the clouds. And then above the clouds, then you find the snow. It only falls in the night-time. Just like feathers. But it only falls… from above the clouds. And then the whole world turns light as a feather – and snow white! Even the lions turn white… and the eagles… the rabbits get a snowy coat… and all the animals in the world turn white! And when you’re walking through the snow… your feet don’t weigh anything at all. And the little snowflakes go flying up in the air… just like feathers
From: Cobra Verde
Water and Dust
I am proof of the power of Gods.
I am water and dust walking.
~Normandi Ellis
Forgetting To Live
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
~Albus Dumbledore
Old Dreams
“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”
Love In Spite Of Everything
What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
― Vincent van Gogh
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