while it rains
and all of our thoughts
are still unaligned,
while we slowly cross
through these early hours.
--
there is something special on these quiet hours that make me feel alive.
finding motion.
inexactitud de momentos.
“Con cada cambio de lugar siento una tristeza grande, enorme. No mayor que cuando dejo un lugar al que se asocian recueros, dolores y placeres. Es el camino mismo lo que me agita como el líquido en un frasco que, sacudido, se enturbia.”
— Italo Svevo.
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago –
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below –
— Emily Dickinson.