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Seven hundred and forty-five moons
Seven hundred and forty-five moonswith turbulent and peaceful dwellingsand I have gently become a wise infant
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“Even when we sleep we watch over each other”
Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram. Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense…
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to consummate state or form; that degree of excellence which leaves nothing to be desired
Some aim, or intend to aim at perfection, and practice for years unend, for they wish to reach perfection. Some do not mind the years, nor the practice — they merely want perfection. I prefer to live the gerundial approach.
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¿Por qué nos callamos lo que más nos duele?
“Why are we silent with what hurts us most?”, said Camila to her family, as they all stuck in a hotel room during a tornado, during which suddenly all became honest with each other. All Inclusive / Todo Inclusivo (2008)Director: Rodrigo Ortuzar Lynch
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Celebration Day — two
If you open the bag with whole seeds of roasted coffee, go through those minutes cranking the grinder, again, while the water reaches boiling, and you joyfully dwell in the moment that will lead to smelling and tasting a dark brew, again, you are celebrating, again.
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Imprisoned with tails and top hat — words from the opera on mindset
(On the Viennese New Year’s Eve of 1899, Gabriel von Eisenstein is preparing to serve an eight-day sentence, for striking a police officer.) Gabriel von Eisenstein: My friend Falke is right. I’ll go to prison in tails and a top hat, in protest. They may lock me up but they will never humiliate me! Die…
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With Intent
To animal and noble alike, the more popular variation of this concept is its absence. Common is the equivocal deed, more than the unequivocal. “I’m sorry! That was not my intention” “You misunderstood me” “That is not what I meant” At the very beginning of this strange global state of pain, fright, insecurity. and seclusion,…
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