domingo, 17 de maio de 2015


From the Sun I learned this: when he goes down, over rich; he pours gold into the sea out of inexhaustible riches, so that even the poorest fisherman still rows with golden oars. For this I once saw and I did not tire of my tears as I watched it. 
― from The Death of Nietzsche's Zarathustra by Paul S. Loeb

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