the rain that mowed the silences
a colourless curtain without time
the strange thing is,
it doesn’t just rain outside …
it rains in the heart
it rains in the soul.
– Mario Benedetti –
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Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.
Best friends are formed by time.
Everyone is someone’s friend, even when they think they are all alone…
– Vera Nazarian –
Feast of self-destruction – impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible love, impossible,
– Alejandra Pizarnik –
You were born on a moving train.
And even though it feels like you’re standing still,
time is sweeping past you, right where you sit.
But once in a while you look up,
and actually feel the inertia,
and watch as the present turns into a memory
—as if some future you is already looking back on it.
Dès Vu.
– John Koenig –
Ph : Albert Finch
The past is still mostly a blank page, so we may be doomed to repeat it. But it’s still worth looking into if it brings you closer to the truth.
– John Koenig –
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
What matters is …
the unspoken at the edge of the spoken.
– Virginia Woolf –
I write without thinking all that my unconscious screams. I think later: not only to correct, but to justify what I wrote.
– Mário de Andrade –
They sing exotic birds in your pubis.
How to graphically mirror
a dream melody? …
– Mário de Andrade –
Ph : Elliot Erwitt
They sing exotic birds in your pubis.
How to define the brief vertigo
in moments of lucidity?
– Mário de Andrade –
Ph : Igor Vasiliadis
How many disappointments fit into the abyss
that separates the feeling of the word?
– Mário de Andrade –
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