Nature, nothing of you moves me, neither the nourishing fields, nor the rosy echo of Sicilian Pastorals, nor the pomp of daybreak, nor the doleful solemnity of sunsets.
I laugh at Art, I laugh at Man also, at the songs, the verses, the Greek temples and the spiral towers that cathedrals stretch into the empty heavens and I see the good and the bad with the same eye.
I don't believe in God, I abjure and renounce all thought, and as for that old irony, Love, I'd like for no one to talk to me about it anymore.
Weary of living, afraid of dying, like a lost ship, plaything of ebb and flow, my soul sets sail for terrible shipwrecks.
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About lack of faith - not sure if this is relevant
Date: 2010-11-04 02:08 pm (UTC)Nature, nothing of you moves me, neither the nourishing
fields, nor the rosy echo of Sicilian
Pastorals, nor the pomp of daybreak,
nor the doleful solemnity of sunsets.
I laugh at Art, I laugh at Man also, at the songs,
the verses, the Greek temples and the spiral towers
that cathedrals stretch into the empty heavens
and I see the good and the bad with the same eye.
I don't believe in God, I abjure and renounce
all thought, and as for that old irony,
Love, I'd like for no one to talk to me about it anymore.
Weary of living, afraid of dying, like
a lost ship, plaything of ebb and flow,
my soul sets sail for terrible shipwrecks.