Did it come like an arrow, did it come like a knife?

Which of the poisons is it?

Sylvia Plath

On the inside of this marble house I grow

And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too

The Knife, Marble House

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And while I stood still, I felt a chill
I thought that maybe you did too
I wanted to feel that way forever

Yo La Tengo, You don´t have to be so sad

I miss you,

where are you hiding?

Balam Acab, Oh Why

Kim Ki-Duk, Samaritan Girl (2004)

 

                                                         

 

 Does the sea 

remember the walker upon it?

Sylvia Plath

 

 

As I lie here and stare
The fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care

En la palma de la mano tendremos la luna, 

si nos place.

Si te vas- es como si no existieras,

y como si tampoco yo existiera.

Miro la marca del cuchillo:

¿sanará antes 

de que venga otro extraño

a pedirme agua?

Marina Tsvietáieva

The line begins to blur, Nine Inch Nails

Jean-Luc Godard, La chinoise (1967)

.

I'll take a second of the day to think about the things that we have done this year

It's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul,
a happy soul will ride in the field

Me pregunto qué color tendrá el año 24.

Belle And Sebastian, The Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner

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Is there no great love, only tenderness?

Sylvia Plath, Mystic

.

How long can my hands
Be a bandage to his hurt, and my words
Bright birds in the sky, consoling, consoling?


Sylvia Plath, Winter trees

.

Do you like the way the water tastes?

Beware the water, Deftones

.

- Do you have a favorite season?

- Quand je suis amoureux, c´est l´automne.
Sinon, l´été.

Takeshi Kitano






.

- Savez-vous ce qui transforme la nuit en lumière?
- La poèsie

Alphaville (1965), Jean-Luc Godard


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Je t´aime

Can you help me occupy my brain?

Imagen: Louise Bourgeois, Le désir: vous me ferez 100 lignes- non 200 lignes (1977)

Ever fallen in love?

Qu´est que l´art suivant la conception moderne?
C´est créer une magie suggestive contenant à la fois l´objet et le sujet,
le monde extérieur à l´artiste et l´artiste lui-même

Charles Baudelaire, L´art philosophique