
There’s always room for a story that can transport people to another place.
– J.K. Rowling –
Ph : Robin Isely
Photography + poem + art

There’s always room for a story that can transport people to another place.
– J.K. Rowling –
Ph : Robin Isely

It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
– Patrick Rothfuss – The Name of the Wind
Ph : Lydia Roberts

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
– Sylvia Plath – The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Ph : Lydia Roberts

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
– Pablo Neruda –
Ph : Lydia Roberts

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes …
In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her …
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this …
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing …
– Pablo Neruda –

i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
– E.E. Cummings –

Poetry is the union of two words that one never supposed they could come together, and that form something like a mystery.
– Federico García Lorca –
Ph : Robin Isely

The duende …. Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odor of a child’s saliva, crushed grass, and medusa’s veil, announcing the endless baptism Of freshly created things.
– Federico García Lorca –
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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds – Lovely Creature

Poetry does not want adepts, it wants lovers.
– Federico García Lorca –

fill my crazy words with words
or let me live in my serene
night of the soul forever dark.
– Federico García Lorca –
Ph : Robin Isely