Today I learn that a few days ago was the centenary of É. M. Cioran, the unrepentant pessimist (or "lucid" as defined in one of his bitterness Syllogisms ).
Cioran I do not particularly like, but there is a piece of rotting Breviary who accompanied me for a long time as a standard. Perhaps it is the most optimistic piece (if you can put that adjective to the writer).
Over time, I no longer have such strong feelings: I rarely feel very happy or very sad, if anything, the former is more common than the latter. Well, maybe not the pessimist that I have always believed (although the vision of world is always dark with me.) They say that age is that stabilizes the emotions, I do not get to thirty and I just realize that long ago to the side of the exaltation of melancholy and I do not rub too. Perhaps miss.
On the centenary of Cioran, with some delay, this is the piece pays homage to me, not him, but a stage in my life.
seduce me far distances, the immense void I project upon the world. Grows in me a feeling of emptiness; infiltrates my body like a light and impalpable fluid. In his progress as a delay to infinity, I feel the mysterious presence of feelings more contradictory than ever hosted a human soul. I am happy and unhappy at a time. I am excited, depressed, overwhelmed by the joy and despair in the most contradictory harmonies. I'm so happy and so sad that my tears will reflect the sky and earth at the same time. If only for the joy of my sadness, I would have no more death on this earth.
De Breviary of rot.
Cioran I do not particularly like, but there is a piece of rotting Breviary who accompanied me for a long time as a standard. Perhaps it is the most optimistic piece (if you can put that adjective to the writer).
Over time, I no longer have such strong feelings: I rarely feel very happy or very sad, if anything, the former is more common than the latter. Well, maybe not the pessimist that I have always believed (although the vision of world is always dark with me.) They say that age is that stabilizes the emotions, I do not get to thirty and I just realize that long ago to the side of the exaltation of melancholy and I do not rub too. Perhaps miss.
On the centenary of Cioran, with some delay, this is the piece pays homage to me, not him, but a stage in my life.
seduce me far distances, the immense void I project upon the world. Grows in me a feeling of emptiness; infiltrates my body like a light and impalpable fluid. In his progress as a delay to infinity, I feel the mysterious presence of feelings more contradictory than ever hosted a human soul. I am happy and unhappy at a time. I am excited, depressed, overwhelmed by the joy and despair in the most contradictory harmonies. I'm so happy and so sad that my tears will reflect the sky and earth at the same time. If only for the joy of my sadness, I would have no more death on this earth.
De Breviary of rot.
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