isbel

La mirada siempre en busca de la palabra, de la emoción.

[isbeldbr]

[isbeldbr]

Caracas 💙💚

[isbeldbr]

[simena]

Jette Stoltz

[isbeldbr]

Otro día, otro atardecer. 🧡

[isbeldbr]

mañana / tarde

💚💙🧡💜

[isbeldbr]

[isbeldbr]

[isbeldbr]

Un furioso viento embate contra el faro, las aves descansan sus alas planeando contra aquél azul inmenso. El aire cargado de salitre se adhiere como una segunda piel y es tan fuerte el viento que aturde e invade los sentidos, ahogando los pensamientos.

Bendita sea la inmensidad del mar.

[isbeldbr]

«¡Bendito sea el mar! El mar, como la tierra, da oro y pan». — Cubagua, Enrique Bernardo Núñez.

[isbeldbr]

[tbhsully]

My Kataang heart was BURSTING

[artist-kuindzhi]

Sunlight in the park, 1908, Arkhip Kuindzhi

[isbeldbr]

[allloversbetray]

“There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt, of examining what our ideas really mean (feel like) on Sunday morning at 7 AM, after brunch, during wild love, making war, giving birth; while we suffer the old longings, battle the old warnings and fears of being silent and impotent and alone, while tasting our new possibilities and strengths.”

— From Poetry Is Not a Luxury (1985)  by Audre Lorde

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a journal entry featured in The Early Journals of Rainer Maria Rilke

[isbeldbr]

Mi hogar