Amidst the chaos and fear. Let’s go out there where fragility floats in the mist of frozen air; where the impenetrable ice covers all surfaces in eternal silence. Neither the ocean nor blue sky can foretell this whimsical dream where time stops freezing mind, revealing mutifaceted stories where pain and quietness play equally in caleidoscopic […]
This Too Shall Pass Grand Canyon of Wisdom. Wind. Snow. All seasons galore. Trails dissolve from the mountaintops. Arrows of air cut bedrocks and walls while naked voices tear silences down. “This too shall pass,” the polar wind calls. “The road upon you is empty now.” Nothing remains below zero. Highness and songs wear out […]
Flowers for the Living Poetry for the deceased. The day is born. Her eyes look dry. Death has come to takes us all. “Wake up my love,” no wistful smiles. Their noisy lust is empty now. She has no choice, it’s not her time. Turn off the lights. Forever black. It is unknown to die […]
Naufragios Tenías la mirada lustrosa, como un velo de luz mortecina cubriendo tus ojos redondos, y en la oscuridad de tus pupilas se escondía un adiós. Ligero y sutil el fuego que nos consumió… (via Naufragios | sinrevelar | VSCO Journal) Source: sinrevelar.vsco.co
writtenjourneys: Birthdays “How old are you?” I ask. “Fifty-seven,” she says with calm surprise after some reflection that this number, this age reflects a life she has to somehow accept. Retirement was not… (Keep reading: Birthdays | VSCO Journal) Source: sinrevelar.vsco.co
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