IMPERMANÊNCIAS 58

Nutshell



Hamlet:
- O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a
king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams.

(William Shakespeare)


King
...
And you're sick to your stomach
At the sound of your voice
And the shape of your face
And the sound of your name
They send you pictures of yourself
It's someone you don't know
And they call you a genius
Cause you're easier to sell
But the fire in your belly
That gave you the songs
Is suddenly gone
And you feel like a fake
Is that what you want?
...

(Marillion)

IMPERMANÊNCIAS 51

Mirrors


"And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of"

William Shakespeare

INTERMEZZO - POST 100

Ariel e Calibã

PROSPERO:
"You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended.
These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on,
And our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind."

FERDINAND AND MIRANDA
"We wish your peace."

"THE TEMPEST" - Act 4 - Scene 1
William Shakespeare