Jumatati

Pentru ca ne simtim incompleti, neterminati si singuri. Si orice licar care-ti sugereaza o sansa de a redeveni complet, te atrage, te face sa vrei, sa speri, sa crezi, sa mergi inainte in ciuda tuturor fricilor si a tuturor adevarurilor.

Pentru ca suntem jumatati dintr-un intreg ce se vrea constant implinit.


Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Supergirl