Fireworks, 2009, tinta-da-china sobre papel, 2009, 20x18 cm

WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN’D ASTRONOMER

Hen I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)