Sometimes / Coincidencias

I inhale great draughts of space,

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,

I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me...

 

 

Song of the Open Road

Walt Whitman.

 

 

Bright On

                                          Another day chasing the Californian sun, this time in an Artic Pole excursion mode.                      Let the memories of this day last forever.

“Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next. ”

― Virginia Woolf, The Waves.

Madrid II: Madrid me mata

Madrid me mata

La maja, 
el aperitivo,
tango.

Tiempos modernos.

Gracias puta,
olvídalo.




Incidental and intense poetry for Easter Sunday.

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Salt Water

By checking on the statistics on how people from so many different places in the World end up here in my blog (which made me infinitely happy) I found a wonderful quote from Karen Blixen I couldn't be more agree with:

"The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea."

I really would like to live closer to the ocean, it doesn't matter to me if it's tropical, cold, sandy or stoney, as long, of course, it is salty.



*Photos are from La Barra, Punta Ballena and José Ignacio in Punta del Este, Uruguay.

Distance

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El Ávila, Caracas 2011.

"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant people,

distant events: all become Romantic." Novalis, 1798.