Guillermo M. IV. Letras jujeñas. [08]
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Guillermo M. IV. Letras jujeñas. [08]
Su mente flotaba...
Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
—Mark Twain, Los diarios de Adán y Eva.
good night dad
always on my mind
Julio Cortázar. Canción. Poemas inéditos. [03]
since libras are the only sign without an animal/person symbol, i propose we just start using reptiles. since we’re the SCALES, get it? i personally like dragons because not only do they have scales, but they also have wings, and everything with wings should belong to air signs.
Some buff L sketches for this
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“Today on the way home it snows. Big soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”
— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.
That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.
I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
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