while it falls,
nothing but the sound of a early rainy morning.
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while it falls,
nothing but the sound of a early rainy morning.
--
oui, oui, oui
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“Podrían ser islas de luz,
islas en el caudal que estoy intentando expresar;
la vida en sí misma discurriendo.”
— Virginia Woolf
dreams.
and it flows.
Allow to growth.
“A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.”
— J.M. Coetzee
first approximations to a real environment.
slow rituals.
never ending ballads.
common observations -
relevance over time,
distance between two spots.
motion.
📍
a string of motion, a ballad.
destiempo y sonatas.
--
--
early hours,
surrounded by silence,
thoughts flowing freely.
there is not an unique path,
there are not rules.
yet.
and still.
Simplicity,
relief.
- -
need more of this today.
“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
early hours,
leftovers
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lot of this, lately.
~ feels ~