August 2011
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“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”
– Oscar Wilde
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Instantes (Instants)
If I were able to live my life anew, In the next I would try to commit more errors. I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more. I would be more foolish than I’ve been, In fact, I would take few things seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would run more risks, take more vacations, contemplate more sunsets, climb more mountains, swim more rivers. I would go to more places where...
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“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow”
– Albert Einstein
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“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise”
– Oscar Wilde
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“The key to change… is to let go of fear”
– Rossane Cash
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Changing templates...
In life as in blogs it is sometimes necessary to change or remake ones image, call it a lift up, an upgrade to show yourself in the mirror how pretty you are or feel. In the case of bloging it does some kind of a similar effect.
I chose to use one of the amazing templates available @ Tumblr and I am quite happy with the result, I absolutely love the new look of my Tumblr.
I am looking forward...
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“The heart has reasons that reason does not understand”
– Jacques Benigne Bossuel
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“They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself”
– Andy Warhol
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Conversation
By Elizabeth Bishop
The tumult in the heart
keeps asking questions.
And then it stops and undertakes to answer
in the same tone of voice.
No one could tell the difference.
Uninnocent, these conversations start,
and then engage the senses,
only half-meaning to.
And then there is no choice,
and then there is no sense;
until a name
and all its connotation are the same.
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Song for the Rainy Season
By Elizabeth Bishop
Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
rain-, rainbow-ridden,
where blood-black
bromelias, lichens,
owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
familiar, unbidden.
In a dim age
of water
the brook sings loud
from a rib cage
of giant fern; vapor
climbs up the thick growth
effortlessly,...
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I Am in Need of Music
By Elizabeth Bishop
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A...
