April 27

“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

I shall, 

in due time, 

be a Poet.

Augusta Ada King-Noel, Countess of Lovelace, aka Ada Lovelace (1815-1852)

People who don’t appreciate your presence, 

only deserve your absence.

Auron, A.

{random poetry #126}

My heart has become able

To take on all forms.

It is a pasture for gazelles,

For monks an abbey.

It is a temple for idols

And for whoever circumambulates it, the Kaaba.

It is the tablets of the Torah

And also the leaves of the Koran.

I believe in the religion

Of Love

Whatever direction its caravans may take,

For love is my religion and my faith.

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O meu coração pode adoptar todas as formas

Uma pradaria para as gazelas

Um convento para os monges
Um templo para os ídolos

Uma ka'ba para os peregrinos

As tábuas da Torá

O livro d'O Corão

Eu professo a religião do Amor

Por onde quer que passe a sua caravana

O Amor é a minha religião e a minha fé.

Ibn'Arabi (1165-1240)

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