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Breathe.

[leonardcohenofficial]

“To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; it’s a story you can’t tell. It’s a story you almost by definition, can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment.”

— Anthony Bourdain, in his final interview

[andrewtorosian]

The daily trial of empathy has often met the pointed fury of a whetted soul.

[ousia-poetica]

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.

Loving you is not reject your flaws; is to make me sensitive to them and make you sensitive to them, never expecting you to change them.

Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you, It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you, It is not defeating yourself; is to help you free yourself from yourself, of me, of everything, is to lend you my breath, to seduce you without desires, or objectives, is to enjoy yourself.

Loving you is not be my colleague in happiness, is to be colleagues in adversity, where whe  join anymore.

Loving you is not take refuge in your person; is to build a shelter together, with our own hands, where the whole world can fit.

Loving you is not wishing be the center of your life; is to drive you, If you let me, if I can do it, to the life of your center, without seeking rewards.

Loving you is not give you my umbrella in the rain, is that we close it and run like children jumping with no direction or destination.

Loving you is not giving up to my dreams for you; is waking up from my dreams, with you, taken from your hand.

Loving you is not flattering you is not puffed up, It is not weakening you is not to get your attention, it is not confusing you; is to show you worth of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, is to help you live alert, is wanting you to fly while I look at you, absorbed, happy.

Loving you is not fearing you is not owning you, it is not guarding you, It is not watching over you; is hugging you warmly, is to open my door for you, is to observe you in full light, in total darkness, with the soul’s eyes.

Loving you is not just looking at you, smell you, or taste you; is looking with you at the same time anything, make me one with your smell, be part of you.

Loving you is not tell you that I love you, It’s not to think that I loved you that I will love you; is asking myself Yes I love you, is to feel it, leaving let it develop in me, without any need to tell you.

Loving you is not always be by your side, It is not always thinking of you It is not always dreaming of you; is to be available to you, is to be you, to become one with you, is to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, is to allow know me completely to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Loving you is not look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; is to cultivate a balance that again and again feel what happens for our common center.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you is not idealizing yourself; is to see you from afar, from close, from within (from you), from outside, see you from beyond me.

Loving you is not loving you only when you love me, when you’re pretty when you smile at yourself, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk gracefully, when you are calm, when you are happy; is to accept you whole As you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, gladly.

Loving you is not accompany you anywhere, is to go to that place when we both feel like it, and not by  one obligation relationship.

Loving you is not writing that I love you; is to share with you the best of me (love), no return, without horizon.

Loving you is not writing you my love poems; is to be love when I write to you, and when not.

                   - Ousía Poética (cc)

Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.

Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.

Amarte no es ser mi compañera en la felicidad, es ser compañeros en la adversidad, donde no unimos más.

Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.

Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.

Amarte no es entregarte en la lluvia mi paragua, es que lo cerremos y corramos como niños dando saltos sin rumbo o destino.

Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.

Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.

Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.

Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti.

Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.

Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.

Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.

Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.

Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.

Amarte no es acompañarte a cualquier lugar, es ir a ese lugar cuando los dos nos apetece, y no por una relación de obligación.

Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.

Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.

[cutthatcity]

[showstudio]

[thvndermag-deactivated20200419]

www.instagram.com/formundrausch/

[andrewtorosian]

Peace comes from within.

[andrewtorosian]

There is always tomorrow.

[andrewtorosian]

50 shades of Sun - Sergei Ladocshin - Google Arts & Culture

Google Arts & Culture features content from over 2000 leading museums and archives who have partnered with the Google Cultural Institute to

[andrewtorosian]

No, you’re right, let’s do it in the dumbest way possible because it’s easier for you.

[danismm]

Lucite Wall Paint, 1971 ad

[danismm]

Hamilton Electric Watch ad detail, 1959

[andrewtorosian]

Come And Buy My Toys

Come And Buy My Toys, a song by David Bowie on Spotify

"a listener strictly accustomed to David Bowie in his assorted '70s guises would probably find this debut album either shocking or else simply quaint"

I’m attempting to become a Bowie fan as I’ve never given his music a chance in the past. This was literally my reaction before reading the quoted review by a music critic. I actually LOL’d. 

[andrewtorosian]

3.21.20

Today is World Poetry Day.

From having written several poems over the last few days, rhythm has been the central to my writing. Well, that’s not a surprise because humans are creatures of rhythm and repetition.

From our first breath to our gait, rhythm is central to the experience that is life and that is often what brings pleasure. It’s just like finding pleasure in the rhythm of a song.

[andrewtorosian]

Isn’t it funny how we actually don’t hate violence? We hate violence in the wrong context.

When we think of violence in the right context, we think of how proud we are of our child fighting back, or paying money to watch a fight. Our sports teams literally celebrate violence, like the Warriors, Vikings, Lions or Tigers.

When it’s the “right” type of aggression, we fucking love it.

[andrewtorosian]

3.20.20

I fucking love poetry. Words can be so sexy. 

[elza32358]

Vintage recipe pamphlet for Sunkist oranges.