12 de maig 2012


I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away-
                                                                                 (T.S. Eliot)

Perquè en la foscor hi ha la llum, en la immobilitat la dansa...
Passem a un altre acte abans que el temps no sigui temps.
Canvieu el decorat ràpid.