Atalhos de Campo


13.6.17

reading tea leaves



Because we don't know when we will die, 
we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well,
yet everything happens only a certain number of times,
and a very small number, really.
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon 
of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part 
of your being that you can ever conceive of your life 
without it?  Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps
not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Bowles