Steve quotes John: who loves people and valiant art, which
bores me.
*Your Shoulders Hold Up the World*
by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
A time comes when you can no longer say: my God. A time of total cleaning up. A time when you no longer can say: my love. Because love proved useless. And the eyes don’t cry. And the hands do only rough work. And the heart is dry.
Women knock at the door in vain, you won’t open. You remain alone, the light turned off, and your enormous eyes shine in the dark. It is obvious you no longer know how to suffer. And you want nothing from your friends.
Who cares if old age comes, what is old age? Your shoulders are holding up the world and it’s lighter than a child’s hand. Wars, famine, family fights inside buildings prove only that life goes on and not everybody has freed himself yet. Some (the delicate ones) judging the spectacle cruel will prefer to die. A time comes when death doesn’t help. A time comes when life is an order. Just life, without any escapes.
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