jueves, 11 de noviembre de 2010

In this public space a private moment
I need some desperate love
In a primitive way

Najwa Nimri, Sexy light

miércoles, 10 de noviembre de 2010

Il y a des femmes qui inspirent l´envie de les vaincre et de jouir d´elles; mais celle-ci donne le désir de mourir lentement sous son regard

Charles Baudelaire,
Le Spleen de Paris

All is full of leaves


jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010

One night a boy and I rowed across the lake. He was furious with me because I wanted to let another boy go with us. He was cross all the way across the lake and crosser still when we found -after we finished shopping- that our boat was gone and we had to walk back around the end of the lake. On the way I stood a moment looking out across the marshes -marshes with tall cattails, a patch of water, more marsh, then the woods with a few birch trees shining white at the edge on beyond. In the darkness it all looked just like I felt -wet and swampy and gloomy, very gloomy. In the morning I painted it.

Georgia O´Keeffe