January 2012
29 posts
Anhelo su boca, su voz, su pelo. Silencioso y muerto de hambre, rondo a través de las calles. El pan no me alimenta, amanecer me interrumpe, yo busca todo el dia para la medida líquida de sus pasos.
Tengo hambre de su risa lisa, sus manos el color de una cosecha salvaje, hambre para las piedras pálidas de sus uñas, yo deseo comer su piel como una almendra entera.
Deseo comer el rayo de sol que...
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf
“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...”
– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...”
– Voltaire, Candide
“He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason
“There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and...”
– Walt Whitman
“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts or happenings. It...”
– Mark Twain
“Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That’s...”
– Janne Teller 