miércoles, 23 de enero de 2013

El extraño mundo.

"Cuando tenemos sed abrimos un río
de esperas en lo profundo de la noche
y nos arremangamos los pantalones hasta las rodillas.
No sea cosa que la madrugada
nos sorprenda con la marea alta."
 
— Fragmento de ¡El mundo es extraño, Sandy!, Golgona Anghel

sábado, 5 de enero de 2013

Practical Magic

“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but, there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.”
 
 
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