Beauty is everywhere. Inside the day
of the night and the night of the day. Inside each fleeting
moment which is eternal. Inside everything in this world.
Inside the rose on the table, whose blood is redder
than life and whose life is more alive than everything
that ever lived. Inside the moon’s sickle,
which bends even more and brings the winter’s cold.
Inside all the little things that are dreaming huge
dreams of the eternal universe. Continua a leggere