free speech

My hair grows, steadily,

As one season goes after the other,

And the flowers start to bloom.

Is the beginning of the Spring.

I watch as the sound that comes

Seems to fill me up with joy,

The passage of time is a beauty within itself.

One set of complex systems we are.

All the dirt around us fertilizing,

All the mirrors memorizing

A second that lives forever.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

"I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,

But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now,

Nor any more youth or age than there is now,

And will never be any more perfection than there is now,

Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge and urge and urge,

Always the procreant urge of the world."

close to home

exercício #327

Exercício breve, mas importante,
Pois a hora é quota parte do conteúdo,
Contam-se agora outra vez os dias
Até aos dias do entrudo.