Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
izzy's playlists!
oozey mess
Show & Tell
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Game of Thrones Daily
⁂
No title available
Today's Document
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosimo Galluzzi
d e v o n
KIROKAZE
sheepfilms
DEAR READER
dirt enthusiast
Peter Solarz
seen from Ecuador
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Brazil
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
@theperfumemaker
It’s been 5 years since you last posted, but I still come back to check if you’ve dropped more.
You’re the champ
this is so funny lmao I can't believe it!! thank you for liking the quotes that I post, my main blog is lachantefleurie and I post more regularly there <3
I've fallen in love with the quotes you've posted by Garcia Lorca and was wondering if you know any similar poets? Thank you xx
Saadi, Octavio Paz, Pablo Neruda, Antonio Machado, Homero Aridjis, Rainer Maria Rilke <3
“[She] had a sense of Jamaica that her husband would never have. She thought that there was no other country on earth as beautiful as hers, and sometimes would take [her daughter] into the bush with her, where they would go barefoot, and hunt for mangoes or avocadoes out of season. [She] believed that there were certain trees hidden in the underbrush which bore the fruit as they, the trees, wished–with no respect for ordained schedules, in a pattern not as God willed it. For her, God and Jesus were but representatives of Nature, which it only made sense was female, and the ruler of all…”
– Abeng, Michelle Cliff (via lachantefleurie)
“In the Amazonian jungle, the first woman and the first man looked at each other with curiosity…When the long embrace ended, a dense aroma of flowers and fruit filled the air. From the bodies lying together came unheard of vapours and glowings, and it was all so beautiful that the suns and the gods died of embarrassment.”
– Eduardo Galeano, Love, Memory of Fire
“A young woman of the Nivakle people was going in search of water when she came upon a leafy tree, Nasuk, the guaiacum, and felt its call. She embraced its firm trunk, pressing her whole body against it, and dug her nails into its bark. The tree bled. Leaving it, she said, "How I wish, Nasuk, that you were a man!” And the guaiacum turned into a man and ran after her. When he found her, he showed her his scratched shoulder and stretched out by her side.“
– Eduardo Galeano, The Guaiacum Tree, Memory of Fire (via lachantefleurie)
When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold, I stood alone in terror at the threshold between Paradise and Earth. There I heard a mysterious echo: my own voice singing to me from across the forbidden side. I shook awake— at once alive in a blaze of green fire. Let it be known: I did not fall from grace. I leapt to freedom.
Ansel Elkins, Autobiography of Eve
The injustice done to the Palestinians, the dispossession, the massacres, not only the loss of that part of Palestine which became Israel--and is internationally recognized as such--but also the occupation of the remainder of the Mandate territory and the bloody suppression of any and all manifestation of Palestinian resistance: all this had to take second place to Israel's security and the civilized values and democracy for which Israel was widely promoted. Her army, which often behaved with cruelty and indiscipline, was to be regarded as an exemplar of "purity of arms" and those of us who witnessed Israel's killing of civilians were to be abused as liars, anti-Semites or friends of "terrorism"...Report the wanton use of violence by Palestinians--aircraft hijackings, attacks on illegal Jewish settlements and then, inevitably, suicide bombings on the innocent, the executioner with explosives strapped to his or her body--and that was "terror" pure and simple, dangerously present but comfortably isolated from reason, cause or history.
Robert Fisk, The Great War for Civilization, Fifty Thousand Miles from Palestine
Why did this new flood of Muslim refugees have to pay this price, then–like the Armenians–be told that they were the aggressors, and those who dispossessed them the victims? For in the decades to come, the Palestinians would be the “terrorists” and those who took their lands would be the innocent.
Robert Fisk, The Great War For Civilization, Fifty Thousand Miles from Palestine (via lachantefleurie)
"John Bagot Glubb, commanding the Arab Legion from 1939, would comment movingly that "the Jewish tragedy owed its origin to the Christian nations of Europe and America. At last the conscience of Christendom was awake. The age-long Jewish tragedy must cease. But when it came to the payment of compensation in expiation of their past shortcomings, the Christian nations of Europe and America decided that bill should be paid by a Muslim nation in Asia.""
Robert Fisk, The Great War For Civilization, Fifty Thousand Miles from Palestine,
THURSDAY: . . . At the very moment the gardener's daughter is being kissed secretly in the back yard, a flower pot falls and shatters because of the great pleasure. Ah, if I could only preserve that sound!
Odysseus Elytis
That like a bite on the leaf of a celestial eucalyptus, the holy day of sensual pleasure may emit it's fragrance . . . The trills of Paradise
Odysseus Eltyis
WORTHY the path where the oil lamp passes filled now with ruins and black shadows the page that under the earth was written the song the Slender Girl sang in Hades
Odysseus Elytis
He resembles a garden from which the birds have suddenly flown He resembles a song muzzled in the darkness
Odysseus Elytis
Now the dream in the blood throbs more swiftly The truest moment of the world rings out: Liberty, Greeks show the way in the darkness L I B E R T Y For you the eyes of the sun shall fill with tears of joy.
-- Odysseus Elytis
In the arms of bitter-orange girls at night He would soil the large garments of the stars, Love was so huge within him
Odysseus Elytis
The sun, the sound of brass, and the sacred etesian winds Vowed on his breast, "Life may I take joy of you!" There was no room there for a darker power Only with light spilled from a laurel bough... And Goodness appeared with sword in hand To say from within his eyes and their banners "I live!"
Odysseus Elytis
And you, O maiden who were his Helen Who were his bird his Madonna his Pleiades For if the love given by a man should ring out In life but once only, lighting up From star to star the hidden firmaments, Then everywhere always the godly echo shall reign To adorn the woods with the small hearts of birds And the words of poets with lyres of jasmine.
Odysseus Elytis
