segunda-feira, 8 de outubro de 2007

Ocean Without a Shore, a new work by Bill Viola

http://www.oceanwithoutashore.com/

Hearing things more than beings,
listening to the voice of fire,
the voice of water.
Hearing in wind the weeping bushes,
sighs of our forefathers.
The dead are never gone:
they are in the shadows.
The dead are not in earth:
they’re in the rustling tree,
the groaning wood,
water that runs,
water that sleeps;
they’re in the hut,in the crowd,
the dead are not dead.
The dead are never gone,
they’re in the breast of a woman,
they’re in the crying of a child,
in the flaming torch.
The dead are not in the earth:
they’re in the dying fire,
the weeping grasses,
whimpering rocks,
they’re in the forest,
they’re in the house,
the dead are not dead.

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