January 2012
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it is a dance to be danced...
rooo:
You will find meaning in life only if you create it. It is not lying there somewhere behind the bushes, so you can go and you search a little bit and find it. It is not there like a rock that you will find. It is a poetry to be composed, it is a song to be sung, it is a dance to be danced.
― OSHO
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I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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Soif d'un baiser (Thirst for a kiss)
Comme une ville qui s’allume Et que le vent vient embraser, Tout mon coeur brûle et se consume, J’ai soif, oh ! j’ai soif d’un baiser.
Baiser multiplié que l’homme Ne pourra jamais épuiser, O toi, que tout mon être nomme, J’ai soif, oui d’un baiser.
Baiser d’amour qui règne et sonne Au coeur battant à se briser, Qu’il se refuse...
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I cannot be known by Paul Eluard
I cannot be known Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known Better than I know...
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El Futuro (The Future)
Y sé muy bien que no estarás. No estarás en la calle, en el murmullo que brota de noche de los postes de alumbrado, ni en el gesto de elegir el menú, ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes, ni en los libros prestados ni en el hasta mañana.
No estarás en mis sueños, en el destino original de mis palabras, ni en una cifra telefónica estarás o en el color de un par de guantes o...
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Books are still the only place in house where you can yet rest easy.
– Julio Cortázar translated by Virtutes&Vitia
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More important than celebrate
is to remember with longing
– Virtutes&Vitia
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Some day, some day
Some day, some day O troubled breast, Shalt thou find rest. If Love in thee To grief give birth, Six feet of earth Can more than he; There calm and free And unoppressed Shalt thou find rest. The unattained In life at last, When life is passed Shall all be gained; And no more pained, No more distressed, Shalt thou find rest.
by Cristóbal de Castillejo translated by H.W. Longfellow
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Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute....
– Robert Herrick
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Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went...
– George Orwell
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WHEN I LEFT MYSELF IN YOU,
you were thought,
something
whispers between us:...
– Paul Celan translated by Virtutes&Vitia
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Your Name
The letters on your name
were never able to give you meaning,
for when the words describe you
they only adorn
as they lose trying to imitate you.
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Feelings when touched tend to turn us poets
– I really can’t remember from whom or where I read (or heard it). So I leave this quote without its authorship until someone correct me ;3
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O something unproved! something in a trance!
To escape utterly from...
– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (One Hour to Madness and Joy)
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December 2011
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Poet without fate
I live on Odes of endless days of missing hours that once were Words that bend my reality where I wish I could lay you down And verses suddenly shut for a voice that no longer will sing to heaven and hell for hands that no longer will know what to hold on
O desired fate that no more when intense whispers announced us when innocently I tried to write you…
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Je suis un galérien de plume et d’encre.
I’m a galley slave to pen...
– Honoré de Balzac - Letter to Zulma Carraud (2 July 1832) translated by C. Lamb Kenn
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BUIRNT NORTON
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Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the...
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Few can remember
clearly when innocence came
to a sudden end,
the moment at...
– W.H. Auden
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All Things will Die by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily; Yet all things must die. The stream will cease to flow; The wind will cease to blow; The clouds will cease to fleet; The heart will cease to beat; For all things must...
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Nothing Will Die by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting? When will the heart be aweary of beating? And nature die? Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
Nothing will die; All things will change Thro’ eternity....
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity...
– William Blake ‘Auguries of Innocence’
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Books don’t change the world, people change the world, books only change people.
– Mario Quintana
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I tried not to do anything in life
that ashamed the child I was
– José Saramago
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