Guapa

Touchstone + Innogen

I want to live out where in the night the endless roving roundness known as white dwarves the memories of your footsteps in mid air red giant inkwells swelling but reflections on your white greenery clumsy but bursting at the seams seem -ingly taciturn turned lover's red on your dot on your face I can only say I understand one kind of song now a wail sung through to that dead composer and 14th. An iris, stayed by myriad of ancients roaring well above I'll live but in this moment danced a spec of mourning light I'll learn but this very breath craved that very spec so shaped in exactness like you (and made out of void, inside). I know nothing but that all has been too soon, too bright, too soft, too high, too fun, too mad, too mull, too much but very Real. -- H.A. & A. 2010

This is how it felt, inside, eating sushi with you. (liking miso soup for the first time)

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Because someone doesn’t love you how you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

Anonymous.  Found on some random Tumblr.

XXIII.1

El abstenerse de la conversación marca a aquel que obedece la espontaneidad de su naturaleza. Un torbellino no dura toda la mañana; un aguacero no dura todo el día. ¿A quién se deben estas (dos) cosas? Al Cielo y Tierra. Si el Cielo y Tierra no pueden lograr que sus brusquedades duren mucho, ¡cuánto menos pueden las personas!

Abstaining from speech marks him who is obeying the spontaneity of his nature. A violent wind does not last for a whole morning; a sudden rain does not last for the whole day. To whom is it that these (two) things are owing? To Heaven and Earth. If Heaven and Earth cannot make such (spasmodic) actings last long, how much less can man!

--Lao Tzu

TU

I take this train to the end of the line

just to be a little more near you

Perhaps the noise and people will rumble

their way to you and you'll know I'm here

not doing, not acting, not knowing

embracing the little churn

the flow

the low stride of leafs over clear lower air

is this a ride to forget?

-- H.A & A.

The Poet

Poet: Was this pasta boiled at all? It tastes like it came from the 3rd or 9th Circle of Hell!

Waiter: I'll admit it's a little Al Dante, sir, but...

2014 KICK IT!

Safety Instructions: it's THUNDER ROAD!

You've brought back the fire.

Now all I wan't to do is burn.