ocean skimming

sometimes the beauty is easy sometimes you don't have to try at all sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall

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Federico García Lorca en 1925 fotografiado por Luis Buñuel

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date the person who says, “have fun, be safe, and call if you need anything” not the person who gets mad at you for going out w/o them

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hi… ever heard of… bpd…?

[erniebilko]

hi… ever heard of… not excusing your own abusive behaviors on account of mental illness…? 

[delta-breezes]

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

Ann Patchett  (via saintofsass)

[antigonick]

Everything runs, plays, and slips away. Poetry and Music. A city of fugues without a skeleton. Melancholy with vertebrae.

Federico García Lorca, in a 1926 Letter to Melchor Fernández Almagro (tr. by Christopher Maurer)

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Wombat, Cradle Mountain (27.06.17)

ISO400, 35mm, f2.8, 1/160sec

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look at them

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reblog if ur proud of this chicken persuing a higher education

[pairedaeza]

A thousand crystal tambourines were piercing the dawn. Green, how much I want you green, green wind, green branches.

Federico García Lorca

Mil panderos de cristal herían la madrugada. Verde que te quiero verde, verde viento, verdes ramas.

[proletarian-revolution]

[the--mantling--dark]

I have a trash can in my home.

Wisława Szymborska, on why she had published so few poems (via the--mantling--dark)

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[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

This life advice is especially good for writers and artists.

[nataliadrepina]

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The third track inspired by Federico Garcia Lorca.  “Nocturnos de la ventana” is a song with a taste of the wind and bitter evenings. La Sombra Del Alma - this is our interpretation of the poetry by Federico Garcia Lorca. We read our favorite poems in an undertone… 

  Your Schizophrenia feat. Adios Fobia  @octaviiomartinez Album: La Sombra Del Alma Poem by Federico Garcia Lorca Russian translation by A. Gueleskul “Nocturnos de la ventana” (III).

Asomo la cabeza 

por mi ventana, y veo 

cómo quiere cortarla 

la cuchilla del viento.  

En esta guillotina 

invisible, yo he puesto 

la cabeza sin ojos 

de todos mis deseos.  

Y un olor de limón 

llenó el instante inmenso, 

mientras se convertía 

en flor de gasa el viento. 

“Ноктюрны из окна”  (III).

Открою ли окна, 

вгляжусь в очертанья 

и лезвие бриза 

скользнет по гортани.  

С его гильотины 

покатятся разом 

слепые надежды 

обрубком безглазым.  

И миг остановится, 

горький, как цедра, 

над креповой кистью 

расцветшего ветра.

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♪♫He’s a- sassy l’il kid AND ♪♫

♪♫He’s a- Sauropod from the Cretaceous period! ♪♫

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Part One

[kafk-a]

one bottle    amber   perfect   a hundred-year-old cure for fever   or melancholy   a tonic for living on this earth   in the winters of this climate

Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language 

[yesterdaysprint]

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, January 15, 1907