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there is a mouse in my house.


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good eyes

via katinkalinklove

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you found myself racing


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The Universe

Stephen Eichhorn

Tiger's Ear


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it feels like fall today

via Cahier de Travail Manuel de Louise Despont

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Spilling Over




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Estados Unidos debe ser un país lindo porque todas las canciones de amor que escucho en el taxi cuando voy a lugares están en inglés, y vienen de Estados Unidos.

Canciones de amor increíbles como de un planeta insondable.

todas las canciones de amor me gustan

todas las canciones de amor me gustan


-Cecilia Pavon

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But it passes like the summer
I'm a wild seed again
Let the wind carry me.


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The world had been created to comprehend itself

as matter: table, the torn
veils of spiders ... Even consciousness—
missing my love—

was matter, the metal box of a furnace.
As the obligated flame, so burned my life ...

What is the meaning of this suffering I asked
and the voice—not Christ but between us—
said you are the meaning.

No no, I replied, That
is the shape, what is the meaning.
You are the meaning, it said—


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Isn’t it always like this?
Something uncontrollable becomes the hero,
Taking off its dress, the ice plants
Sunburn from the center out
So we can see that their deaths

Of splendid rust and yellow are not ours,
We are allowed again the glare
Of the sand, the druid hills,
The grasses brushing the legs, though
Just to have felt it once would have been enough.





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My love, won't you talk to me?
Won't you lay with me?


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"It happens very often that a man has it in him, that a man does something, that he does it very often that he does many things, when he is a young man when he is an old man, when he is an older man. One of such of these kind of them had a little boy and this one, the little son wanted to make a collection of butterflies and beetles and it was all exciting to him and it was all arranged then and then the father said to the son you are certain this is not a cruel thing that you are wanting to be doing, killing things to make collections of them, and the son was very disturbed then and they talked about it together the two of them and more and more they talked about it then and then at last the boy was convinced it was a cruel thing and he said he would not do it and his father said the little boy was a noble boy to give up pleasure when it was a cruel one. The boy went to bed then and then the father when he got up in the early morning saw a wonderfully beautiful moth in the room and he caught him and he killed him and he pinned him and he woke up his son then and showed it to him and he said to him see what a good father I am to have caught and killed this one, the boy was all mixed up inside him and then he said he would go on with his collecting and that was all there was then of discussing and this is a little description of something that happened once and it is very interesting."


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Pina Bausch - Die Klage Der Kaiserin



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'Silently thou fliest upward in the morning.'



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touch my mouth with your hands.

wht's she talking about?



eros/thanatos, yin/yang, anima/animus, libido/destrudo,

the secret of the golden flower


the light side of the mountain is opposite to the light side of the river.


sun/moon



venus saturn and mars circling around each other's heads. look at the northern sky.





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