ARAR

Don't you think we deserve to be in relationships where we can both be exactly who we are while still moving forward?

I used to think I was anti-establishment, but as it turns out, I'm establishment.

- Joanne in Nobody Wants This, S02E05

And that's the point of faith, right? It doesn't exist in the plans we make. It exists in the unknown. Otherwise, tough decisions would be easy. There'd be no risk.

- Noah in Nobody Wants This, S02E03

Et toi mon cœur pourquoi bats-tu

Comme un guetteur mélancolique
j'observe la nuit et la mort

- Guillame Apollinaire

As for forgiveness and mercy, I don't know. I've prayed for an answer, some kind of guidance, and all I've gotten in return was silence.

- Tom in Task, S01E02

ANTHONY

What were they expecting a priest to do at these mass casualty events?

TOM

Counsel. When things go terribly wrong, people want to know why God let it happen.

Task, S01E02

Outra vez e sempre

A. Melo

O arapaçu trama,

espiralando o silêncio,

um festim velado.

Zapatos

Máximo Simpson

Los zapatos que antaño me compré
sin asomo de orgulho,
sin pensar em la forma o la medida,
los usé de perfil, a contramano,
y llegué caminando hasta mi edad,
desde essa tienda oscura
que vendía zapatos,
destinos,
carreteras.

La fuente

Máximo Simpson

Es pálida, violácea, transparente,
es roja pero es verde,
es azul pero emana rupturas del deseo.
Es única tal vez,
o es múltiple, incorpórea.
No es ausencia ni olvido,
y acecha desde lejos, desde cerca,
desde dentro del náufrago y su traje.
Es el centro sin centro del dolor,
la fuente inexplicable de los días que pasan.

even the weariest river

winds somewhere safe to the sea

- algernon charles swimburne

Oh, no. Not again.

Nobody Wants This, S01E01

In the morning chill

I breathe moths in my cupped hands.

- Arthur Sze

Sinkholes
Joyce Carol Oates

take you where
you don’t want to go.

Where you’d been
and had passed smilingly through,
and were alive. Then.

The first room
Joyce Carol Oates

In every dream of a room
the first room intrudes.
No matter the years, the tears dried
and forgotten, it is the skeleton
of the first that protrudes.