‘And you can keep your symbols of success
Then I’ll pursue my own happiness
And you can keep your clocks and routines
Then I’ll go mend all my shattered dreams’
“я бы повторила вслед за Витгенштейном, что о том, о чем невозможно говорить, следует молчать”.
hermen anglada camarasa
entrevista con hermen anglada camarasa
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“Aquel caracol que había podido meterse todos los llantos del mar dentro, era para mí más que una persona. Nadie podría nunca vivir con aquel ir y venir de las olas metido dentro.”