All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost. [...]

'The Strider's Riddle', em The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

Hunter

ouvir

if travel is searching
and home has been found

i'm not stopping

i'm going hunting
i'm the hunter
i'll bring back the goods
but i don't know when

thought that i could organise freedom
how scandinavian of me
you sussed it out, didn't you?

you could smell it
so you left me on my own
to complete the mission
now i'm leaving it all behind

i'm going hunting
i'm the hunter...

(you just didn't know me!)

Bjork, em Homogenic (1997).

We are all each other's demons and angels.

em Before Sunrise, 1995

The quality of mercy is nor strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

Portia, in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, act 4.