Nestes dias de mais um conturbado período de notícias, com as consequentes reflexões da laboratorial cidadania que os programas de engenharia social já prevêem, em cenários de um futuro institucional decadente, interiorizo-me em mais um dos pensamentos a que ascende a luz deste meu espírito assim atribulado:
"You are beautiful, more beautiful, most beautiful,
Beauty unparalleled in the garden of Eden.
Day and night may Thy image abide
In the very depth of my heart.
Without You my eyes have no vision,
Everything is an illusion, everything is barren.
All around me, within and without,
The melody of tenebrous pangs I hear.
My world is filled with excruciating pangs.
O Lord, O my beautiful Lord,
O my Lord of beauty, in this lifetime
Even for a fleeting second,
May I be blessed with the boon
To see Thy Face."
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