Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

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Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
a (tumultuous) new year
been having a lot of emotions about the new year and everything going on in the world and the idea that i am stuck (i am literally 23 but my brain is like you're practically in the grave) and my personal life. you have to remind yourself that it is never too late to start. a new year can start any day.
diario, rosa chacel | @/christmas-winter | “cutting broccoli”, tishani doshi | i saw the tv glow, dir. jane schoenbrun | “the child formerly known as ________”, cameron awkward-rich | lights, boris zadvytsky | diary of anaïs nin | precious adams as “first sylph”, photo. marilyn kingwill | “equinox”, audre lorde
Daily Chacel (13)
"LOVE LOVE LOVE... and forget the rest."
[Chacel, Rosa. (1989) Obra completa. 2, Ensayo y poesía. Edited by F. Pardo. Valladolid: Centro de Creación y Estudios Jorge Guillén, Disputación Provincial, 506.]
(This is the last entry -- I will have to return the book to the library, but I thanks, afternoon soap, for making me read some Chacel more in-depth!)
🌟 O God, grant us eyes to see the best in everyone, a heart to forgive the worst, a mind to forget the bad, and a soul that never loses faith. Let us be beacons of hope and love in a world that needs it most. 💖✨ 🫒
" There is a moment in early November when the light itself seems nostalgic, as if recalling the afternoons it once gilded. The sky remembers us, even when we forget. "
- Rosa Chacel, Diario
📷 mine
And I am overwhelmed with soft desire–for vanished conversations, for hands that once knew how to steady mine.
Rosa Chacel
Allí en el cáliz de la noche umbría sus perlas vierte el ruiseñor oscuro. Allí sestea el fiel león del día. En su escondido sésamo seguro custodia el grifo de la fantasía de hirviente manantial el fuego puro. Rosa Chacel
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993