All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords. It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. T. S. Eliot …
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
T. S. Eliot
Me han agradado las imágenes, las palomas vuelan porque los osos han trepado al árbol, y estos han trepado por el fuego de un encendedor que mágicamente enciende imágenes abstractas que asustan a las garras de la vida común…pasé corriendo junto a tanta esbelta vegetación, los blog se alimentan de comentarios, yo pasé gritando, las palomas se me hicieron papeles blancos. Beijosss pra voce, para acercarme algo a ese norte. jorge
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