Diary

Grown up? Never-never-! Like existence itself
which never matures-staying always green
from splendid day to splendid day-
I can only stay true
to the stupendous monotony of the mistery.
That's why I've never abandoned myself to happiness,
that's why in the anxiety of my sins
I've never been touched by real remorse.
Equal, always equal, to the inexpressible
at the very source of what I am.


Pier Paolo Pasolini