Tattoos Filosóficas, quando a pele se faz papel.

Tatuagens, quando transcendem a mera condição decorativa, podem expressar filosofias de vida. E o fato se torna mais relevante quando a pele, que se faz papel, pertence a belas mulheres.

Atriz Hayden Panettiere: Vivere senza rimpianti.
“Viver sem arrependimento”, uma proposta de vida Epicurista.

[Bossa-rosa]

Atriz Megan Fox: We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
“Um dia, todos riremos das borboletas douradas”, uma citação a lembrar a transitoriedade da fama, já que tais borboletas, apesar de belas e vistosas, jamais voam. Um libelo contra a ilusão da juventude eterna?

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Frase no contexto original do diálogo da peça King Lear, Act V, Scene 3 de William Shakespeare.
King Lear:
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
Significado de todas as tatuagens de Megan Fox em [Tatuagem].

Atriz Evan Rachel Wood: Is all that we see or seem, But a dream within a dream?
"Tudo o que vemos ou sentimos, nada mais é do que sonho dentro de sonho", a citação remete a um poema de Edgar Allan Poe que versa sobre a inconsciência existencial do Ser.

[Asttidd]

Edgar Allan Poe: A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?