Desires
You look so close and far at night,
filled with plans that are uncertain,
offering illusions, calming down our souls,
giving us high hopes, making us to dream,
leading us together, showing us your force,
making us to wish.
“Nos vies n'ont pas d'importance, elles coulent au fond du temps, pourtant nous avons existé et rien ne l'empêchera: bien que liquides, nos joies ne s'évaporent jamais.”
— Frédéric Beigbeder
“You have to pick the places you don't walk away from.”
— Joan Didion
— Early hours
silencio,
serenidad,
calma,
agilidad,
libertad,
paz,
tranquilidad,
armonía,
silencio,
silencio,
silencio.
Better days.
Nacho Modiano.
We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
— Joan Didion
I tried to love you less. I couldn't.
— Simone de Beauvoir.
“Siempre he creído que hay lugares que son imanes y te atraen si pasas por las inmediaciones. Y eso de forma imperceptible, sin que te lo malicies siquiera. Basta con una calle en cuesta, con una acera al sol, o con una acera a la sombra. O con un chaparrón. Y te llevan a ese lugar, al punto preciso en el que debías encallar.”
— Patrick Modiano.
Simple observations I need to remember.
Returning home
This is about slow steps,
this is about mornings at the old house,
it’s about the feeling of being at home after being away for a long time,
a return to a safe place,
to find out you never really left,
it’s about all emotions we carry on as part of ourselves,
it’s about the things you know as not permanent,
and once the time comes, you are going to miss,
and about the way you want to remember,
and about how this feeling is.
All this love and all these memories.
—-
“Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.”
Life
is
motion.
“For life is the best thing we have in this existence. And if we should desire to believe in something, it should be a beacon within. This beacon being the sun, sea, and sky, our children, our work, our companions and, most simply put, the embodiment of love.”
― Patti Smith
Sparkling in a ray of light
I see you far, in my sight
No words well written to utter
Nor gestures to make you flatter.
— Shyam Soman
Hay mañanas que son abismos a mundos nuevos.
In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.
— Patrick Modiano
Techos que son cimientos.
Slow observations at home.
One should never expect anyone to reply to one's questions.
— Patrick Modiano.
“She had the right idea, old man, don't you think - to disappear before it gets too late?”
— Patrick Modiano
—-
Ciudad de México.
We were present.
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