sábado, 18 de novembro de 2006

PSICANÁLISE II

NARCISO


Caravaggio

Why do I keep writing, when no one reads me?

Because I feel I have something to say
And I want someone to be touched by it

This country is full of poets but very few readers
We all want to write and be read
But no one wants to read what other people write
We're all narcisists

Or maybe I just write because I have to
By some force of nature that compells me
Writing is like breathing
And I simply must do it

It's been like that always
And it will always be that way
No matter who reads
No matter if there's no one out there

Is anybody out there?....

Vermeer

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