January 2011
18 posts
Explico Algunas Cosas por Pablo Neruda
PREGUNTARÉIS: Y dónde están las lilas? Y la metafísica cubierta de amapolas? Y la lluvia que a menudo golpeaba sus palabras llenándolas de agujeros y pájaros? Os voy a contar todo lo que me pasa. Yo vivía en un barrio de Madrid, con campanas, con relojes, con árboles. Desde allí se veía el rostro seco de Castilla como un océano de cuero. Mi casa era llamada la casa de las flores, porque por...
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the...”
– Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights (via julianakilmurray)
“Oh, tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart”
– Mumford & Sons “White Blank Page”
“So you must write each day better than you possibly can.. And you must always...”
– Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway (via flashfiction365)
Random people: Anger →
random-people:
“I hate you!” She is about fifteen years old. Her hair is dyed black and she is wearing a lot of eyeliner. The man she hates is her father, he is walking next to her. Does she really hate him or does she just say that to make him sad? What has he done to deserve her anger? Maybe he hasn’t done…
