Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Now you do not know what to do, not even when you go back to being a child. And it is sad to see a child who does not know what to do.
I will help you approach if you approach, and to keep away if you keep away.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
You will find the distance that separates you from them by joining them.
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
Everything that I carry tied up in me, can be found anywhere else, freed.
The void terrifies you, and you open your eyes wider!
That which came before me and that which comes after me have almost come together, they have almost become one thing, they have have almost been left without me.
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
A wing is neither sky nor earth.
Even flowers, to exhale their perfume, must die a little.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.
I found the whole of my first world in my meager bread.
Man is weak and when he makes strength his profession he is even weaker.
If I were to give you life, what else could I give you?
The earth has what you raise off the earth. It has nothing more.
Out of hundred years, a few moments were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
Distances did nothing. It’s all here.