Wild Soul ...

... Inside is a path of no return ... Outside is the most lonely place I have ever visited ...

[pridias]

After me,

nothing scares me anymore.

[fawnaura]

“What color is this blowing autumn wind, that it can stain my body with its touch?”

— Izumi Shikibu, from The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems

[pridias]

Que cor é

este vento soprando de outono,

que pode manchar

meu corpo

com seu toque?

[vaninnavaninni]

“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head. Words are drowned.”

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

[pridias]

“Ele grita:‘ Diga-me, diga-me o que você sente ’. E eu não posso. Há sangue nos meus olhos, na minha cabeça. As palavras se afogam. ”

[merel96]

[pridias]

"Sometimes we want what GC we want even if we know it's going to kill us."

- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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"Às vezes queremos o que queremos, mesmo sabendo que isso vai nos matar."

- Donna Tartt

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[pridias]

I spoke her name

a hundred times.

I knelt in the dark

and said some holy words.

Mary Oliver, excerpt from “Percy (Four)” in Thirst

[metaphorformetaphor]

“[…] memories which might remember, in the same way, any other love story. Memories that distort. That create.”

— Marguerite Duras, from India Song (Grove Press, 1994; first published 1973)

[metaphorformetaphor]

“Do not ask questions about longing. Look in my face.”

— Rumi, from “Burnt Kabob,” A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings (HarperOne, 2006)

[theturnofthephrases]

The Lover by Marguerite Duras

I can’t really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all colors. But the nights, I remember them. The blue was more distant than the sky, beyond all depths, covering the bounds of the world. The sky, for me, was the stretch of pure brilliance crossing the blue, that cold coalescence beyond all colour. Sometimes, it was in Vinh Long, when my mother was sad she’d order the gig and we’d drive out into the country to see that night as it was in the dry season. I had that good fortune—those nights, that mother. The light fell from the sky in cataracts of pure transparency, in torrents of silence and immobility. The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue. The sky was the continual throbbing of the brilliance of the light. The night lit up everything, all the country on either bank of the river as far as eyes could reach. Every night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted. Their sound was that of the dogs, the country dogs baying at mystery. 

[pridias]

Eu realmente não consigo me lembrar dos dias. A luz do sol turvou e aniquilou todas as cores. Mas as noites, eu me lembro delas. O azul estava mais distante que o céu, além de todas as profundezas, cobrindo os limites do mundo. O céu, para mim, era a extensão de puro brilho cruzando o azul, aquela coalescência fria além de todas as cores. Às vezes, era em Vinh Long, quando minha mãe estava triste por ela ter pedido o show e nós íamos de carro para o país para ver aquela noite, pois era na estação seca. Tive aquela sorte - aquelas noites, aquela mãe. A luz caía do céu em cataratas de pura transparência, em torrentes de silêncio e imobilidade. O ar estava azul, você podia segurá-lo na mão. Azul. O céu pulsava continuamente com o brilho da luz. A noite iluminou tudo, toda a região em cada margem do rio, tanto quanto os olhos podiam alcançar. Cada noite era diferente, cada uma tinha um nome enquanto durava. O som deles era o dos cães, os cães do campo latindo em mistério. - O Amante de Marguerite Duras

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kiss me slowly

[pridias]

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[pridias]

When the birds sing, are they calling the flowers in the fields, or are they talking to the trees, or are they just echoing the murmur of the streams? Because Man, even with his knowledge, cannot know what the bird sings, nor what the stream murmurs, nor what the waves whisper when they touch the beaches slowly and softly.

Even with his perception, the man cannot understand what the rain says when it falls on the leaves of the trees, or when it slowly hits the window panes. He cannot know what the breeze is secreting from the flowers in the fields.

But the heart of man can sense and understand the meaning of these melodies that touch his senses. Eternal Wisdom always speaks to you in a mysterious language; Soul and Nature talk to each other, while Man remains speechless and confused.

[pridias]

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls"

And whispered in the sound of silence

(The Sound of Silence-Disturbed)

[pridias]

Cold bones, yeah, that’s my love

She hides away, like a ghost

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

Cold sheets, oh, where’s my love?

I am searching high, I'm searching low in the night

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

Did she run away?

Did she run away? I don’t know

If she ran away

If she ran away, come back home

Just come home

I got a fear, oh, in my blood

She was carried up into the clouds, high above

If you bled, I'll bleed the same

If you’re scared, I'm on my way

Did you run away?

Did you run away? I don’t need to know

But if you ran away

If you ran away, come back home

Just come home

[perfectfeelings]

“Sex and all is cool, but have you ever fallen in someone’s eyes?”

—

[pridias]

"Sexo e tudo é legal, mas você já caiu nos olhos de alguém?" 🪐💫

[booksquoteslife]

“I’m so scared of dying without ever being really seen. Can you understand?”

— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

[pridias]

“Tenho tanto medo de morrer sem nunca ser realmente visto. Você consegue entender?"

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

[booksquoteslife]

“Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

[pridias]

"Às vezes queremos o que queremos, mesmo sabendo que isso vai nos matar."

[pridias]

First things first

I'ma say all the words inside my head

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh

The way that things have been, oh-ooh

Second thing second

Don't you tell me what you think that I could be

I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh

The master of my sea, oh-ooh

I was broken from a young age

Taking my sulking to the masses

Writing my poems for the few

That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me

Singing from heartache from the pain

Taking my message from the veins

Speaking my lesson from the brain

Seeing the beauty through the...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!

You break me down and build me up, believer, believer

Pain!

Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

First things first

Can you imagine what's about to happen?

It's Weezy the Dragon, I link with the Dragons

And we gon' get ratchet, no need for imaginin'

This is what's happenin'

Second thing second, I reckon immaculate

Sound about accurate

I know that strength, it don't come, don't come without strategy

I know the sweet, it don't come without cavities

I know the passages come with some traffic

I start with from the basement, end up in the attic

And third thing third

Whoever call me out, they simply can't count

Let's get mathematic, I'm up in this, huh

Is you a believer?

I get a unicorn out of a zebra

I wear my uniform like a tuxedo

This dragon don't hold his breath, don't need no breather

Love you Ms. Cita, the son of a leader

I know the bloomin' don't come without rain

I know the losin' don't come without shame

I know the beauty don't come without hurt

Hol' up, hol' up, last thing last

I know that Tunechi don't come without Wayne

I know that losin' don't come without game

I know that glory don't come without...

Don't come without...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!

You break me down and build me up, believer, believer

Pain

Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Last things last

By the grace of fire and flames

You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh

The blood in my veins, oh-ooh

But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing

Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down

It rained down, like...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain!

You break me down and build me up, believer, believer

Pain

Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer