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De qué sirve

Las ciudades nacieron cuando empezó la noche.

Fuimos tan ingenuos que replicamos el manto estelar sobre la tierra. Nos separamos del piso con una máquina que vuela, una prótesis para poderlo contemplar.

¿De qué sirve observar el mundo desde arriba si no lo queremos caminar?

-Alberto Campos, “La velocidad y otras noches”

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks dont see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.

-Jack Kerouac

Awake

I see you.
This is me,
when we don’t stare
we never do.

You pass through me
I stare
(where do I stare?

My mind goes
everywhere I can
i m a g i n e

it could have been)

I stop

eyelids open
body still.

My right hand
My fingers move:

I am holding a necklace,
passing beads
counting.

(never ending,

-Alonso Távora

Utopia and different scenarios

Truth. This is what I’ve been clashing with lately. Perfection. It is what has tamed my views of reality; I think we have to elaborate on how this term became the ubiquitous “normality”.

A secret.

How can you take me seriously,
when I cry upon no reason
when at the sight of flowers I turn my head
when I hurt upon losing

Feelings I have never had.

Now I am the one who wasn’t there,
who didn’t help.
Did I try?
I didn’t

look your way,
want to listen,
know my thoughts

I couldn’t help it. But I did try.
(and I still am).

I want to tell you that I make my best
I try
to forget why it ended
not to get lost
Upon madness
I run over burning bridges
and never ending dismantled illusions

I run.
I run.
I run.

(Nowhere.)

The ending should be near.

Oh sun! I sigh for the days that go faster, quickly
so quickly
that make time forgive me.

Joaquim Ávalos, “Duas histórias do meu passado”

So I’m looking for self compassion
What should I do?
I think about myself
as

Am I the one who’s right?
Is it anger?

hope, dream

I don’t want to speak
I don’t want to talk

(I’m obsessing)

I cannot stand
when I feel I lost my part in the game
I want to go back,
to not being me.

Am I …?

Not really,
I’m getting better at this.

I always make mistakes.

I’m sincere.
I should be making
more.

– "Broken words", Ernst Weiseman
Made With Paper

“Tabacaria”, Álvaro de Campos

Made With Paper

“Tabacaria”, Álvaro de Campos
Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
Viktor Frankl, who would’ve been 99 today, on the meaning of life (via explore-blog)

(Source: explore-blog)

Andrea: Che ne dici…

Luca: Che sono ancora innamorato di te.

Di me?
Che ne dici?!

Che non voglio allontanarmi di te.

Ma, non hai ancora capito?

Si. Ho capito… Non ho voglia.
Non c’è l’ho.

Quindi?

Ti lascio andare.

Ma non…!?

Dico che ti lascio andare.

(Andrea rimane immobile, fissando Luca mentre gira suo volto ed comincia a camminare.

Mentre Luca si allontana Andrea ci pensa. Ma non grida.

Non si verrano mai più.)

– "Despedida." Ludovico Potenza
Quando non abbiamo più noi stessi, tutto ci manca.
I Dolori del Giovane Werther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via egocentricacomeigatti)

(Source: monolitt, via charlottequalchevolta)

explore-blog:

To be revisited regularly as hygiene for the neglected human soul: Anna Quindlen’s A Short Guide to a Happy Life

A sort of guide.

explore-blog:

To be revisited regularly as hygiene for the neglected human soul: Anna Quindlen’s A Short Guide to a Happy Life

A sort of guide.

(Source: explore-blog)

De qué sirve

Las ciudades nacieron cuando empezó la noche.

Fuimos tan ingenuos que replicamos el manto estelar sobre la tierra. Nos separamos del piso con una máquina que vuela, una prótesis para poderlo contemplar.

¿De qué sirve observar el mundo desde arriba si no lo queremos caminar?

-Alberto Campos, “La velocidad y otras noches”

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks dont see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.

-Jack Kerouac

Awake

I see you.
This is me,
when we don’t stare
we never do.

You pass through me
I stare
(where do I stare?

My mind goes
everywhere I can
i m a g i n e

it could have been)

I stop

eyelids open
body still.

My right hand
My fingers move:

I am holding a necklace,
passing beads
counting.

(never ending,

-Alonso Távora

Utopia and different scenarios

Truth. This is what I’ve been clashing with lately. Perfection. It is what has tamed my views of reality; I think we have to elaborate on how this term became the ubiquitous “normality”.

A secret.

How can you take me seriously,
when I cry upon no reason
when at the sight of flowers I turn my head
when I hurt upon losing

Feelings I have never had.

Now I am the one who wasn’t there,
who didn’t help.
Did I try?
I didn’t

look your way,
want to listen,
know my thoughts

I couldn’t help it. But I did try.
(and I still am).

I want to tell you that I make my best
I try
to forget why it ended
not to get lost
Upon madness
I run over burning bridges
and never ending dismantled illusions

I run.
I run.
I run.

(Nowhere.)

The ending should be near.

Oh sun! I sigh for the days that go faster, quickly
so quickly
that make time forgive me.

Joaquim Ávalos, “Duas histórias do meu passado”

So I’m looking for self compassion
What should I do?
I think about myself
as

Am I the one who’s right?
Is it anger?

hope, dream

I don’t want to speak
I don’t want to talk

(I’m obsessing)

I cannot stand
when I feel I lost my part in the game
I want to go back,
to not being me.

Am I …?

Not really,
I’m getting better at this.

I always make mistakes.

I’m sincere.
I should be making
more.

– "Broken words", Ernst Weiseman
Made With Paper

“Tabacaria”, Álvaro de Campos

Made With Paper

“Tabacaria”, Álvaro de Campos
Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
Viktor Frankl, who would’ve been 99 today, on the meaning of life (via explore-blog)

(Source: explore-blog)

Andrea: Che ne dici…

Luca: Che sono ancora innamorato di te.

Di me?
Che ne dici?!

Che non voglio allontanarmi di te.

Ma, non hai ancora capito?

Si. Ho capito… Non ho voglia.
Non c’è l’ho.

Quindi?

Ti lascio andare.

Ma non…!?

Dico che ti lascio andare.

(Andrea rimane immobile, fissando Luca mentre gira suo volto ed comincia a camminare.

Mentre Luca si allontana Andrea ci pensa. Ma non grida.

Non si verrano mai più.)

– "Despedida." Ludovico Potenza
Quando non abbiamo più noi stessi, tutto ci manca.
I Dolori del Giovane Werther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via egocentricacomeigatti)

(Source: monolitt, via charlottequalchevolta)

explore-blog:

To be revisited regularly as hygiene for the neglected human soul: Anna Quindlen’s A Short Guide to a Happy Life

A sort of guide.

explore-blog:

To be revisited regularly as hygiene for the neglected human soul: Anna Quindlen’s A Short Guide to a Happy Life

A sort of guide.

(Source: explore-blog)

nevver:

A matter of taste, Fulvio Bonavia

De qué sirve
Awake
Utopia and different scenarios
A secret.
"

So I’m looking for self compassion
What should I do?
I think about myself
as

Am I the one who’s right?
Is it anger?

hope, dream

I don’t want to speak
I don’t want to talk

(I’m obsessing)

I cannot stand
when I feel I lost my part in the game
I want to go back,
to not being me.

Am I …?

Not really,
I’m getting better at this.

I always make mistakes.

I’m sincere.
I should be making
more.

"
"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way."
"

Andrea: Che ne dici…

Luca: Che sono ancora innamorato di te.

Di me?
Che ne dici?!

Che non voglio allontanarmi di te.

Ma, non hai ancora capito?

Si. Ho capito… Non ho voglia.
Non c’è l’ho.

Quindi?

Ti lascio andare.

Ma non…!?

Dico che ti lascio andare.

(Andrea rimane immobile, fissando Luca mentre gira suo volto ed comincia a camminare.

Mentre Luca si allontana Andrea ci pensa. Ma non grida.

Non si verrano mai più.)

"
"Quando non abbiamo più noi stessi, tutto ci manca."

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