欧宝娱乐

“First the mania for confession,
then the mania for clarity,
issued from you, dark, hypocritical
sentiment! Let them now
condemn my every passion, let them
drag me through the mud, call me twisted,
foul pervert, dilettante, perjurer;
you keep me apart, give me life鈥檚 assurance:
I burn at the stake, play the card of fire
and win: I win this small,
vast possession, my infinite,
miserable pity
which makes even righteous anger my friend.
And I can do this because I鈥檝e endured you too long!”
― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Selected Poems

“The sense comes back to me of life
as it always was then, an affliction

even blinder because wondrously filled
with sweetness.”
― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Selected Poems

“When it's harder to live,
is life more absolute?
On my mute senses
evening shores, also mute
is the old reason
defining my selfhood:
it is an inner path
a silent underwood
where all is nature.
Toilsome labor
of obscure existence,
you alone are necessary...
And gently you drive me
beyond human boundaries”
― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Selected Poems

“Poor as the poor myself, I cling tight, like them, to demeaning hopes; like them, every day of my life I fight/just to live/Yet in my disheartening condition as one of the dispossessed, I still possess--and it's the most thrilling of bourgeois possessions, the ultimate state of being. Yet as I possess history, I am possessed by it, I am enlightened by it: but what good is the light?”
― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Selected Poems