The death of Socrates - First Thoughts November 26, 2019 The corrupted blindness. The poison. The thirst, and the blindness, and the poison. The laughing trident of every contentment. And the shrill laughter of fear as night falls on what has come… like a tumble of evening light. A cegueira corroída. O veneno. A sede, e a cegueira, e o veneno. O tridente risonho de cada contentamento. E o riso estridente do medoquando a noite cai sobre o que veio…como um tombo de luz a empardecer.
