the third of february
we’re wild and tame and wild again we’re on and off and sometimes friends with failed attempts we analyze the strange suggestions we disguise i let our kiss fall behind a stone i read the corners of your mouth i try to speak but have no sound i’m out to get you anyway under the [...]
dearly beloved
for some, life can never be refused. more courageous, more curious, or more greedy for life, no part of it can they bear to lose. aware of its richness, its variety, they cannot close the eyes, plug the ears, or block the heart. in that moment of anesthesia some vision might flash never to be [...]
a space
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that [...]
the breeze at dawn
the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. don’t go back to sleep. you must ask for what you really want. don’t go back to sleep. people are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. the door is round and open. don’t go back to sleep. [rumi (through barks)]
the shores of a different land
the portugese call it saudade — a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land — all things born of the soul that can only be [...]
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