You’ve become a cartoon of yourself, a parody of a stranger soul; darling stop the dialogue, you’re in the wrong play. You’re quoting the enchantress, the mystery itself, yet you’re still the plebeian, the bystander; you don’t know what this love is all about. You fool the less gifted, but there’s no amusement in your words, not anymore. I’m leaving your side, I’m untangling from your soul, You’re no longer mon rêve- mon amour.
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" ¿Qué es entonces la litost?
La litost es un estado de padecimiento producido por la visión propia de la miseria puesta repentinamente en evidencia"
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Nadine Bourgne
"I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time"
..."In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day"
-W.H Auden
What's the limit of self-indulgence and self-compassion?
Winter Milky Way over Lassen Volcanic National Park