Levantarei os meus olhos para os montes, de onde vem o meu socorro.
O meu socorro vem do Senhor que fez o céu e a terra.
Não deixará vacilar o teu pé; aquele que te guarda não tosquenejará.
Eis que não tosquenejará nem dormirá o guarda de Israel. (SL.121)
i always think about how alex must get so much inspiration from people wanting to be poetic towards him with the words they choose because they know he is, but, truth is, it's not what others say; it's what he makes of it. everything is ready to be sculpted into prose with him. he once talked about how michelangelo said that you don’t carve sculptures, you just take the rock off and the sculpture was there the whole time, ready to be discovered... i think that alex takes peoples words and carves sculptures with them