I saw a man pursuing the horizon aka "Vanishing point"

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.

*aka "vanishing point" não é do Stephen Crane. É da Vallera para a Filipa, a Clara, o Francisco, o opus night, a Pat, a Ju, a Raquel, o Rui e todos os outros que escrevem %$#=" (teses).
Bold meu.

The Meeting

The Meeting

Somewhere along the road
you meet up with yourself.
Recognition is immediate.
If it happens at the proper
time and place, you propose
a toast:

May you remain as my shadow
when I lie down.
May I live on as your ghost.

Then you pass, knowing you'll
never see yourself that way
again: the fires which burn
before you are your penance,
the ashes you leave behind are
your name.

Gerald Costanzo