They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.
Jim Morrison (1943-1971)
"O actor vê fulminantemente como é puro. Ninguém ama o teatro essencial como o actor. Como a essência do amor do actor. O teatro geral. O actor em estado geral de graça."
24.12.09
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