"Eu sei, as palavras tecem ainda outros significados, mas, quando digo corpo, quero significar o cosmos"
Alberto Carneiro

"N&atilde;o h&aacute; oposi&ccedil;&atilde;o entre o vivo e o n&atilde;o vivo. Todo o ser vivo n&atilde;o apenas est&aacute; em continuidade com o n&atilde;o vivo, mas ele &eacute; seu prolongamento, sua metamorfose, sua express&atilde;o mais extrema. A vida &eacute; sempre a reencarna&ccedil;&atilde;o do n&atilde;o vivo, a bricolagem do mineral, o carnaval da subst&acirc;ncia tel&uacute;rica do planeta"
in Metamorfoses, de Emanuele Coccia

"Ningu&eacute;m termina na ponta dos dedos. Somos o que outros foram. S&oacute; sabemos do vis&iacute;vel, mas temos o mesmo tamanho no invis&iacute;vel. &Eacute; de vidas alheias que nos alimentamos. E as pr&oacute;prias palavras com que digo isto s&atilde;o oferendas, todas elas. Fecha os olhos. Vem comigo."

"As casas s&atilde;o colagens. A praia &eacute; uma colagem. Tudo o que dizemos &eacute; uma colagem. E n&oacute;s pr&oacute;prios, cada um, pais, filhos, av&oacute;s, primos, somos uma colagem. Nunca estamos acabados. Nunca nada est&aacute; acabado. S&oacute; h&aacute; pouco come&ccedil;&aacute;mos a dizer as primeiras coisas."

"&Agrave;s vezes damo-nos conta de algo novo, que j&aacute; estava l&aacute;. &Eacute; esquisito, n&atilde;o &eacute;? Algo novo, que j&aacute; estava l&aacute;. Quando te digo: olha ali o sol a p&ocirc;r-se, o sol j&aacute; l&aacute; estava. J&aacute; estava a p&ocirc;r-se. Mas, porque o viste, &eacute; o primeiro sol. E nunca o sol se tinha posto. Ainda bem que o viste. Ainda bem que me dizes: olha ali."

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"No goodness, no hope,
only lack of music,
security, police.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;
There&rsquo;s no love,
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in&nbsp;The Great Catastrophe
by Ant&oacute;nio Barahona

"When we were told to stay home, it was through these windows that we felt our 
 way through the universe:
So many houses like our house. So much fear, like our fear. 
That&rsquo;s when everything became landscape.."

in&nbsp;F(u)ture
by Joana B&eacute;rtholo

"A husk and ornament could grow,
occupation of the whole image and careful
to let the discouraged ear open
a slow skiff in the soul &ndash; &nbsp;
and like rain I bite
the warm leaves in prayer."

in Melancholia
by Andreia C. Faria

"we&rsquo;re dealing then with the honorable task of sharing
secrets through ears bent to the dolmen&rsquo;s lap &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&amp; surviving almost everything
the day, the night, hell, winter<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 0px;">"

in "no title"
by Marcos Foz

"For weeks, I only stared at 
my branches. I convinced myself that I was
the only tree in the forest."

in&nbsp;Chlorophyll
by Jos&eacute; Lu&iacute;s Peixoto

"Its ten thousand captains have the same face
The same dark belt the same rank and office
When one revolts, there are ten thousand rebels"

in&nbsp;The Ship of Mirrors
by M&aacute;rio Cesariny