The heart is the storehouse of infinite love. The body is the one that wastes it. Do not search for love outside yourself, for you will only find the burning desert of deceptions and desires. Love is to endlessly „give”. Desire is to endlessly „demand”. Falling in love appears and disappears. Love is.Falling in love
Autor: Daniela Marin
Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars aligned in static red at traffic lights, Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse, a seagull’s flight over the cities’ web of wires and withered flowers offered for a coin. A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh. How could I know you hid under her furrowed skin the
From time to time I check my youtube list of artists. This wasn’t meant for this evening. In fact, I intended to search for Scriabin, concerto op.20, but I saw this recommendation first and, of course, I couldn’t miss it. It’s been more than one year since I’ve discovered her. (https://worlds-of-words.com/2018/04/15/society-alice-phoebe-lou/) And I’m still impressed. Enjoy!
I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to
Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause –
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