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Si Tu Me Olvidas
Si Tu Me Olvidas Quiero que sepas una cosa. Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja del lento otoño en mi ventana, si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado...
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Waiting
Pieter Bruegel the Elder – A Winter Scene, 1562 What do I think of when I am lying there?: on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, leafing through art books on Toulouse Lautrec and Pieter Bruegel and...
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Recordando
What do I remember? I remember searching for old bottles at the bottle graveyard in Austin on warm summer days, shaded by mountain laurel and cedar trees. For what seemed like miles lay bottles 6 feet...
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The Veil
It was a pack of cards with optical illusions printed on both sides, it was a stamp of a skeleton, it was a book about a mysterious girl with a colorful cover, it was a gilded leather jewelry box. It...
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There Is A Field
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ― Rumi Kate Bush – This Woman’s Work Doors open, and doors close....
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Where Is Fancy Bred? In the Heart, or in the Head?
I am a bad listener. It’s true. My name is Patience and I am a bad listener. I am a bad listener to complaints. I think I might be an ok listener other times…my mom’s friend told me a while back that...
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