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Federico García Lorca en 1925 fotografiado por Luis Buñuel
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
hi… ever heard of… bpd…?
hi… ever heard of… not excusing your own abusive behaviors on account of mental illness…?
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)
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)
Wombat, Cradle Mountain (27.06.17)
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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.
I have a trash can in my home.
Wisława Szymborska, on why she had published so few poems (via the--mantling--dark)
This life advice is especially good for writers and artists.
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.
♪♫He’s a- sassy l’il kid AND ♪♫
♪♫He’s a- Sauropod from the Cretaceous period! ♪♫
Part One
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
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, January 15, 1907