Long weekend

Gasping for breath whilst skimming deeply through "The unbearable lightness of being"

"Sabina was unaware of the goal that lay behind her longing to betray. The unbearable lightness of being - was that the goal?"

 - MILAN KUNDERA -

" 'Idle' she writes 'to imagine falling in love as a correspondence of minds, of thoughts; it is a simultaneous firing of two spirits engaged in the autonomous act of growing up. And the sensation is of something having noiselessly exploded inside each of them.

Around this event, dazed and preoccupied, the lover moves examining his or her own experience; his gratitude alone, stretching away towards the mistaken donor, creates the illusion that he/she communicates with their fellow, but this is false.
The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two ideas compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors' "

- LAWRENCE DURRELL - JUSTINE

Culo de mal asiento

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"

W.B. Yeats


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Permanence 

that unconditional elusive         
                                                            Eminence

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Cocorosie - Not For Sale by holdenglass

Bad seated ass

any blood curdling

liquid bunch of

diamond chains

sip sipping

let the chimes pass

(Tread softly he said)

caked in dark flour

sun bleached

any small endeavour

to be reached

and then

sip sipping

till another one

dawns

- and among the thorns and the jagged glass strewn lawns you walked heedless and high headed; you read the story only once and fried the pages over for breakfast, another one shall come -

(Only my dreams he said)

he wove them in

threaded pine-needles

smeared sap glue from

punctured baobab skin

held them tight and

he lay them down

by the highway

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