23 ene. 2013

we are all only temporary curators of our present bodies, which will all decay, sooner or later. In a hundred years or so ALL the humans currently alive will have died. I take great comfort in knowing, with certainty, that thing that makes us special, able to enrich our own lives and those of others, will not cease when our bodies do, but will be just starting and new (and hopefully even better) adventure…”  ~ Peter Christopherson

28 ago. 2012

"I was looking through your eyes at the mountains and the sky, at the beauty of your feeling and your fancy. you were showing me the sea as I'd never seen the sea, I was swimming through the secrets of your life. I was looking at your life in a picture, with a million drops of water, you adored me with your smile. I was lonely when you kissed me, and I loved you when you blessed me, I was dreaming with the colours in your mind. soft faces watch you as time melts away. gardens in taxis where orchestras play. silhouettes floating, asking for more, and she still sells seashells on the seashore".
"song for gala" - guy chadwick

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