El resplandor. El resplandor con el que se lucha en vano, pues se golpea en la nada. Las brasas de la noche, de lo sagrado, grabadas en el pecho, que no terminan, no se callan.
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years -the sense of what is real—the thought if, after all, it should prove unreal, The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time—the curious whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario