Um Domingo que começa, sem pressa...

"I announce adhesiveness—I say it shall be limitless, unloosen’d;
I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for."

"What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
Is there a single final farewell?"

"An unknown sphere, more real than I dream’d, more direct, darts awakening rays about me—So long!
Remember my words—I may again return,
I love you—I depart from materials;
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead."
(Walt Withman)

Um Domingo que acaba, sem alma...