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Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without eng
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. C.S. Lewis RIP Willie
March 9 On a day like this I walked in. It was the season of tides. The air remembered the sea. Something passes— a saint, a spirit, a quiet miracle— and for a moment everything almost makes sense. Since then I’ve lived here i
I want to cry because I feel like it— the way children cry in the last row of seats— because I am not a man, not a poet, not a leaf, only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side. Federico García Lorca
Destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected. Look there, Sancho Panza, my friend, and see those thirty or so wild giants, with whom I intend to do battle and kill each and all of them, so with their stolen booty we can begi
There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable. Kazuo Ishiguro
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.             — Millay
We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies— The Heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King—
Speaking of the happy new year, I wonder if any year ever had less chance of being happy. It’s as though the whole race were indulging in a kind of species introversion — as though we looked inward on our neuroses. And the thing we see is
But it was High up there! It was high! So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
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Si he de vivir sin ti, que sea duro y cruento, la sopa fría, los zapatos rotos, o que en mitad de la opulencia se alce la rama seca de la tos, ladrándome tu nombre deformado, las vocales de espuma, y en los dedos se me peguen las s&aa
The modern-day universe of codes and ciphers began in a cottage on the prairie, with a pair of young lovers smiling at each other across a table and a rich man urging them to be spectacular.
Today Tony Shafrazi walked into my studio like a rumor with a pulse. He touched the paintings the way astronomers touch constellations-not to claim them, but to see if they breathe. We spoke of devils, voids, falling bodies, tiny rebellions of color.
We will meet each other where there is no darkness. Orwell
The world you see is just a movie in your mind. Rocks dont see it. Bless and sit down. Forgive and forget. Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. That’s the story. That’s the messag
Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that have received—only what you have given Assisi
Waterfall, don’t ever change your ways. Fall with me for a million days, Oh, my waterfall. Hendrix
One positive thought produces millions of positive vibrations. HBD John