Life itself is nothing more than the blink of an eye....
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Life itself is nothing more than the blink of an eye....
just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough.
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Te quiero hoy y te quiero ahora
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no voy a hablarte de sueños
sino a cumplirlos contigo.
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I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.
— Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke featured in Letters: Summer 1926