"Llueve. Y el agua cae sin relieve
sobre las piedras, ávidas de lluvia.
Aquí en mi corazón, cómo remueve;
aquí en mi corazón, cómo diluvia."
- “Lluvia”, Julia Prilutzky. (via las-otras-puertas)
uncertainty, come dance with me by .orphin on Flickr.
Let go, he said.
The last shreds of old, lingering in my hand.
No need for cover now, no need to hold on.
“Let go, be free, be mine.”
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~ cat / be-pleasing-always
photograph: Steve Richard
"We loved with a love that was more than love."
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Edgar Allan Poe (via softwhitethroat)
Annabel Lee
(via scars-all-over-me)
(via chibihobbit)
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Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
- Uphill - Christina Rossetti (Sister of D. G.)
“Fighter Girl” by Mason Jennings
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Leda And The Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
William Butler Yeats
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