Disassociated early thoughts and uncertain paths. Lots of words, lots of silence. Uncaused flow.
I’ve learned to appreciate those simple and quiet moments around these atypical times.
Today my mom has been fully vaccinated. Today I’m grateful. Motion from inside.
Early hours after insomnia, movements and steps around can be felt slower than usual, leftovers from last night in each sight.
Isolation of a bunch of messy thoughts, late reactions to the piano notes that are filling our background.
Taste of coffee and dreams, involuntary dissociations, jumping words around silly phrases.
Motion, different perspective. Unappreciated awareness.
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Sonreír a la mañana
Al mediodía
A la tarde
Al olvido
A la luna
Sonreír a la noche
Al insomnio
Sonreír a la ausencia.
— Marie Modiano
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4h 47’
Rojo es el olvido
La aurora ha oído tres disparos
Y el pájaro ha volado.
— Marie Modiano
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Words were raised in silence, resonating in each bone, making sure their path through our mind embrace the force of untold worlds.
Firm and slow race, secure and constant motion, unappreciated develop of time.