The compelling thing about making art—or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid , a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe, Nimbue,...
Percibo una sola tarde como si fuera un día entero; un viaje en el metro puede suponer una travesía épica. Hoy es interminable. He pasado casi todo el día sin pensar [...], o al menos sin pensar demas...
Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around an...
Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.
My head is throbbing. I need coffee. Leaving the marbled papers in a state of controlled chaos, I walk through the office and past the page's desk in the Reading Room. I am halted by Isabelle's voice...
Los halagos no significan nada para ella, no cree en ellos.Solo las críticas arrancan un rubor a sus mejillas y atraen su atención. Si yo le dijera algo despectivo, ella siempre lo recordaría.
Look, I am living. On what? Neither the childhood nor future/ grows any smaller...Superabundant being/ wells up in my heart.
If you are far away from your lover and family, if you have lost someone, if you feel a bit displaced in your own life: these stories are for you.
I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.
I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and...
I'm going to fall apart...I cant--I don't know what to feel.
I loved you, I made you, and I made this for you - long after I am gone, and Henry is gone, and even Alba is gone. It will say, we made you, and here you are, here and now.
I guess no matter what your family is like, you're not surprised.
I am past hunger, past vanity, past caring.
Here all of nature was captured, labeled, arranged according to a logic that seemed as timeless as if ordered by God, perhaps a God who had mislaid the original paperwork on the Creation and had reque...
Her spirit flew out into the nightAnd the sky reached downAnd drew her up,And she was filled with light...And she is happy.
Eu me lembro, eu me lembro. Acordei de manhã e foi tudo um sonho maravilhoso. Mamãe riu, dizendo que viagem no tempo parecia ser uma coisa divertida e que queria tentar também.Essa foi a primeira vez.
Een kraai vliegt over het gras. Zijn schaduw vliegt onder hem door en komt hem weer tegen wanneer hij onder het raam landt en één keer krast.
Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
Do you ever miss him?Every day. Every minute.Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?