Laura Sanz

Journalist

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City lights.

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I would say in me...

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El deseo de la nada

"¡Triste espíritu mío, otro tiempo esforzado, la esperanza que entonces espoleó tu ardor, ya cabalgar no quiere! Te tiendes sin pudor, como caballo viejo que en todo ha tropezado.

¡Resígnate, alma mía; duerme un sueño pesado!

Para ti ya no importa, antiguo luchador, ni el amor, ni el combate. ¡Has sido derrotado! ¡Adiós, cantos de cobre, y pífano encantado! Placeres, no tentéis a un alma sin calor. ¡La primavera ha perdido para mí su olor!

Y el tiempo me devora, poco a poco, la vida, como la nieve inmensa a un cuerpo entumecido; desde lo alto contemplo todo el mundo extendido, sin poder encontrar para mí una guarida.

Avalancha, ¿me quieres llevar en tu caída?"

CharlesBaudelaire

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I want you, I roam, And without shame you stood, And rose, High and higher, Like the colour of the impossible, Like the echo of the songs between mountains أُريدُكِ أَرُومْ ودونَ هوانا تقومْ تخومْ طِوالٌ .. طِوالٌ كلونِ المُحَالْ كَرَجْع المواويلِ بين الجبالْ

Impulse, Nizar Qabbani (via nizariat)

[theimpossiblecool]

“One thing you have to give up is attaching importance to what people see in you.”

Jeanne Moreau.

[bookmania]

“All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness…”— Fernando Pessoa

[nizariat]

Nothing proves that I am dead Nothing proves that I am alive لا شيء يثبت أني ميت لا شيء يثبت أني حي

Mahmoud Darwish (via nizariat)

[arethalouise]

Aretha and Donny Hathaway at Atlantic Studios in New York City, April 1973

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[newyorker]

“I went to the march in Augusta, Maine,” Abigail Gray Swartz, the artist behind next week’s cover, said. “I marched for all those who need our support, for equality and diversity. 

[universal-literature]

أنا لستُ ذا شأنْ و لن أكُون ذا شَأن و لا أستطِيعُ أن أكون ذا شأْن عدا ذلك، أحمِلُ في نفْسِي كُلّ أحلام العالَم .. ― فِرناندو بِيسوا (لستُ ذا شأن).

[bookmania]

“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.” -Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Cuando acabe el invierno...

[life]

Civil Rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. was born 88 years ago today on January 15, 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. He is pictured here at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in Washington D.C. in 1963. (Robert W. Kelley—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) #LIFElegends #MartinLutherKingJr

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Mary Ann Clark Bremer

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Noche de Reyes

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