Four keepers me tied to a lamppost, Lulu, to you all that you love is death.
Leopoldo María Panero
art emerged and developed where there is this yearning eternal, relentless, the spiritual, an ideal that makes people congregate around art.
Andrei Tarkovsky
new worlds must be experienced before being explained.
CHILDREN SOMALIA
He eats
They do not!
Gloria Fuertes
I, like you,
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the landscape
heavenly days in January.
And my blood boils
and I laugh through eyes
who have known the buds of tears.
I think the world is beautiful,
that poetry is like bread, everyone.
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