“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

1982:

1993: año tras año, desgarrando el alma

 1988:

 ´nuff said:

"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

aquí

"imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life. — nothing that lives is, or can be rigidly perfect. — the fox-glove blossom, a third part bud; a third part past, and a third part in full bloom, is a type of the life of this world".

"no human face is exactly the same in its lines on each side; no leaf is perfect in its lobes, and no branch in its symmetry.— all admit irregularity, as they imply change. — to banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.—all things are better, lovelier, and more beloved for the imperfections which have been divinely appointed, that the law of human life may be effort, and the law of human judgment may be mercy. the finer the nature, the more flaws will show through the clearness of it; and it is a law of this universe that the best things shall be seldomest seen in their best forms".        

- john ruskin -

 1981:

 

"it is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. 

it has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. 

the beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. 

the cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony".  

benjamin britten

if you should lose your way

maybe you'll go astray

spiraling into space

you'll never find your way home

lost at sea