Escapist's Realm

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Image by Benedetta Falugi

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illa espíndose

nada da luz no antifaz do teu aloumiño agora alá o lazo do tempo interpreta a flor das nosas savanas de amor

busca-me sen perguntas o medo é mentira entón ímonos como agora da man das túas ondas miña amada

© Toel Moum,2019

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Lu Lu - image

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Image by - The Antic Staatsoper

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Light over darkness | michalpelka

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el mar es una mujer | víctor m. alonso [poema de amor]

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Image by - Nadia - Maria

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aliza razell - winter in waiting

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kim chee - waves at night

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[books-n-quotes]

“The untrained mind keeps up a running commentary, labeling everything, judging everything. Best to ignore that commentary. Don’t argue or resist, just ignore. Deprived of attention and interest, this voice gets quieter and quieter and eventually just shuts up.”

— Plato, Conversations with Plato (via books-n-quotes)

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Photo by Virgilio Tzaj (virgiliotzaj)  

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Claggett Wilson (1887-1952), ‘Vision’, “Art and Archaeology”, Vol. 9, #5, May 1920 Source

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Claudea Flegans by Georges Jules Victor Clairin (French, 1843–1919)

[quotemadness]

“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.”

—

Jorge Luis Borges

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