" 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 , خویشاوندی با خورشید و باران: گزیده اشعار