terça-feira, 6 de setembro de 2016

Is it Love?

As we walked barefoot in the cold but soft sand along the beach, he hold me up high, his eyes shinned as he stared right into my eyes almost as if he took a look into my soul, and I too his, this was a deep look, of but passion. He then placed me down and we hugged and then smiled, this was the most beautiful night I had in my years of life, it was magical.  

I don’t remember ever feeling so much passion inside, it's as if time suddenly stopped and there was nothing else in existence just me and him. Is this love? I will never understand this feelings, I don’t want to , I'll just enjoy while it lasts. At the end of that night we had the sweetest hug, and for some weird reason I never want to see him again. This vulnerability kills me inside.

sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012

What is time?

"Time does not exist in itself,
but only through perceived objects,
from which the concept of past,
present and furute ensue."
Lucretius, De rerum natura lib. 1, v 960ss

"Without the concepts,
place, void and time, change cannot be.
It is therefore clear that their investigation has to be carried out, by studying each of them seperately."
Aristotle. Physics, Book III, part 1.

terça-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2012