sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012

In this landscape

I suddenly remembered other moments of time spent in this landscape, time printed upon real silence with all its real colours up: the faint burring os honey-bees in Agamemnon's tomb: one glittering spring day, the noise of snow melting among the meadows at Nemea: a bird singing stiffly at noon like a voice on stilts from the bushes where we had slept: the crash of a falling orange in an island: all isolated moments existing in a peculiar dense medium of their own which was like time but not of it. Each moment to itself entire, populating a whole continuum of feeling.

Lawrence Durrell, Reflections on a Marine Venus: A Companion to the Landscape of Rhodes, Faber & Faber, 2000 (1ª ed: 1953).

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