domingo, 15 de maio de 2011

requiem ...

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« It was no longer a living head
but an object I was looking at,
in the same way as I might look at another object...
No, though, no quite; not as if it were any other object
but as if it were something simultaneously alive and dead.
I let out a cry of terror, as if I had just crossed over a threshold.
as if I were entering a world never seen before.
All the living were dead, and this vision often recurred (...) » 
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(Alberto Giacometti, 1946)
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