March 2012
41 posts
Viviendo, todo falta; muriendo, todo sobra.
– Lope de Vega
February 2012
43 posts
who wants something real?
we could have nothing
in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
“somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can’t imagine real flowers for if I
could,they would somehow
not Be real”
(so he smiles
smiling)”but I will not
everywhere be real to
you in a moment”
The is blond
with small...
Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley “Prometheus Unbound”
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My lover’s song is too short.
Deaf chords, dead ends
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take...
– Frédéric Chopin
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeats
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Dove sta amore
I love her because she makes things. You know? She makes things with her hands....
– The Science of Sleep (2006)
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Hey, that's no way to say goodbye
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
Leonard Cohen
You know, to learn how to live—this is always narcissistic. You want to live as...
– Jacques Derrida
You are every emotion I’m too afraid to feel.
And you have proved to be
a real human being, and a real hero.
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Que si uno está con muchas cuchilladas,
porque huya de quien lo acuchilló,
no por eso serán mejor curadas.
If only America were half as worthy today to be spoken of as Whitman spoke of it...
– Hart Crane
From the bottom of my heart I desired to surrender myself to the sleep of...
– Sadegh Hedayat “The Blind Owl”
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It is just the literature that we read for “amusement” or “purely for
pleasure”...
– T.S. Eliot, Essays Ancient and Modern (via excessivebookshelf)
The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you are throttling today.
I loved the moment near the end when Bob runs after Charlotte and says something...
– Roger Ebert (on Lost in Translation)
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed...
– Charles Bukowski “Finish”