Joder, tía, sabes un montón.+Gracias. Ser obsesiva y compulsiva ayuda. Sin vida propia.
A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father l...
See the world for what it is.BEAUTIFUL!
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
People who are not blessed with the ability to make others laugh compensate for that by saying (or trying to say) things that are profound.
I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.