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My pen writes in a choreography of fingers turning round on tiptoe. I hear the music alone and the pen's dance continues on tiptoe pirouettes and other tricks very nice on the stage of the Foundation Gulbenkian. (to read

I Sink Into The Couch With an enormous effort I rise from my seat only to find that I still seem to be carrying it around with me, only now it's even heavier because it's become the seat of my own subjectivity. Bernardo Soares I sink into the couch

The Lightness of Dying The burden of feeling! The burden of to have to feel!. Bernardo Soares The lightness of dying! The lightness of to have to die for the soul liberty at last! (to read the original Portuguese version click on the

RENEWED TIDE Night' sour is diluted by morning's heat anguish dives into an ocean of every fish - mammal - shell fish - jellyfish - sticky alga of thought. At night a renewed tide casts ashore solitude becomes endangered by moonlight