Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
M is for magic, M is for music
The magic of those chords making your feelings ache in the most deep of the soul...
Every chord, every single feeling, every moment, every sound, every silence; flowing, flowing, ache, a happy ache, ecstasy.
Every chord, every single feeling, every moment, every sound, every silence; flowing, flowing, ache, a happy ache, ecstasy.
Monday, July 18, 2011
who knows if the moon's... (VII) e.e. cummings
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and the flowers pick themselves
La distancia entre tu cuerpo y el mío
Me encantaría que la distancia entre tú y yo fuese el calor que hay entre tu piel y la mía cuando estamos juntos; que la distancia entre tu cuerpo y el mío suprimiera las palabras hostiles.
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