Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
The dream that doesn’t feed on dream vanishes.
It is easier for me to see everything as one thing than to see one thing as one thing.
If flowers appear out of season, do not let them grow.
I know that you have nothing. That is why I ask you for everything. So that you will have everything.
The deep, seen with depth, is surface.
I have hardly touched the clay and I am made of it.
Near me, nothing but distances.
You wound and you will wound again. Because you wound and then you go away. You do not stay with the wound.
In full light we are not even a shadow.
You tell yourself a dream, always. And when do you dream it?
He who remains with himself for a long time, degrades.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
When I see myself, I wonder: what do others try to see in themselves?
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
I am in yesterday, today. And tomorrow? In tomorrow I was.
Not everyone does evil, but everyone stands accused.
The important and the unimportant are the same only at the start.
One learns not to need by needing.