Inanna

A noite e o amor nas areias da antiga Suméria, o desafio da morte pela fugacidade de um único momento de união, a beleza de todas as coisas humanas e divinas...

Anatomia do desejo

Como é possível que tanta magia se esconda no interior da estranha arquitectura do Hipotálamo?

A Passing Glimpse

A Passing Glimpse

I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.

I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt--

Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth--
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.

Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?

Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.

Robert Lee Frost