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Three Goblin Art
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@clementine-wind
Firthunands
Se notan ya mis 26 :'(
Lo que se perdió, perdió. kajsjd
¡Feliz cumpleaños, Vanelina! Espero la pases muy bonito. Bendiciones y regalitos divinos para tu vida. ^^
Qué bonito que te des el tiempo de felicitarme :) te quiero mucho.
Feliz 26 años. Vanessa.
But alas, they say life grants dreams to poets in excess, no, life never gives you anything free, into deep misery turns each my tiniest joy.
Jaroslav Seifert, “Prayer on the Sidewalk,” from The Early Poetry of Jaroslav Seifert
— Pide un deseo. — Tú.
Shall I tell you about my spirit, full of anguish, Or the hardships that I have endured during exile? Have you the courage to stay when my soul sinks into sorrow, Or shall we talk of you, not speaking of my despair?
Muhammad Babur, "Poems of Babur," from Uyghur Poems
“Remembered landscapes are left in me
The way a bee leaves a sting,
hopelessly, passion-placed,
Untranslatable language.”
— Charles Wright, from “All Landscape is Abstract, and Tends to Repeat Itself,” Appalachia: Poems (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1998)
Quemé todos los barcos los incendié, les puse lumbre, volteé hacia atrás solo para confirmar que el fuego seguía vivo
-quemé todos los barcos, pero mierda, eran mis barcos-
Me fui viendo como salía humo sin parar me fui volteando hacia atrás pero sin dejar de remar, me fui.
—Román.
“Así es como sanamos. Te besaré como al perdón. Tú me sostendrás como si yo fuera la esperanza. Nuestros brazos nos vendarán y presionaremos promesas entre nosotros como flores en un libro. Escribiré sonetos a la sal del sudor en tu piel. Escribiré novelas a la cicatriz de tu nariz. Escribiré un diccionario de todas las palabras que he usado intentando describir lo que se siente haberte encontrado, finalmente, al fin”.
— Clementine von Radics, de "Mouthful of Forevers" (Un bocado de eternidades).
Harald Sohlberg