31 de julho de 2013

28 de julho de 2013

bea says...

that the art of reading is slowly dying,
that it is an intimate ritual,
that a book is a mirror
that offers us only
what we already carry inside us,
that when we read
we do it with all our heart and mind,
and great readers
are becoming more scarce by the day.

build your tether rain-out from your fragments

15 de julho de 2013

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

10 de julho de 2013

bygone days

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

| Charles Bukowski |

5 de julho de 2013

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

| Let the Great World Spin, Colum McCann |