People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.
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People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Complete Prose Collection; “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via mirroir)
I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via bookmania)
en Barrio de San Francisco
en San Cristobal, Las Palmas
Y dos segundos después, como era de esperar, la aguja se rompió.
en Puerto de Mogán
The Statue of Cleopatra, Rome’s National Gallery of Modern Art.
No sé si bucólico o tenebroso. (en Valleseco, Canarias, Spain)
en Punta de Teno
en Parque Del Drago
Si, la muerte, la muerte debe de ser tan hermosa. Descansar en la suave tierra oscura con las hierbas ondeando por encima de la cabeza, y escuchar el silencio. No tener ayer y no tener mañana. Olvidarse del tiempo, olvidarse de la vida, estar en paz.
Oscar Wilde, El fantasma de Canterville. (via sadjr)
Dulce chopo, Dulce chopo, Te has puesto De oro. Ayer estabas verde, Un verde loco De pájaros Gloriosos. Hoy estás abatido Bajo el cielo de agosto Como yo frente al cielo De mi espíritu rojo. La fragancia cautiva De tu tronco Vendrá a mi corazón Piadoso. ¡Rudo abuelo del prado! Nosotros, Nos hemos puesto De oro.
In memoriam, Federico García Lorca
Estilo canario. (en Playa de Melenara (Gran Canaria))
You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
Epictetus (via quotemadness)
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