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the unbearable lightness of being, philip kaufman 1988 / henri de toulouse-lautrec/ peter wever / egon schiele

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How can we say we are awake if we are longing to return to the place called dreams

君や蝶我や荘子が夢心 

If you are the butterfly Then I’m in the dream place Of old Chuang Tzu — Basho

Photo: Anna Cabrera & Angel Albarrán

Translation: https://strokesandpoints.tumblr.com/

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La mente crea el abismo, el corazón lo cruza.

– Nisargadatta Mahara.

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Lonely Glory (2023) ‘わたしの見ている世界が全て’ dir. Keitaro Sakon

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Esperamos cosas mejores la ceniza se eleva tinta en el agua nada dura pero todo sigue volviendo

The Tide

Only one hour till spring

dreaming still in short supply and the streets are full of light

Tonight we glow for the singing distance lifting lids off boxes and time the shadow of a shadow that somehow contains the universe inside

Only you and I only you and I this attachment that we have to life ringing through you like a bell shaking the sky founding the river’s bed

We hope for better things ash rises ink on the water nothing lasts but everything keeps coming back

Painting: Claude Monet, Water Lilies, Green Reflection, 1914

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Because of you I search for falling stars the signs in nature, the hidden names pathways in the evening the sign, you said, comes back to my heart comes back to my body as your name in the dark

Por tu culpa Busco estrellas fugaces los signos en la naturaleza, los nombres ocultos caminos de la tarde la señal, dijiste, vuelve a mi corazón  vuelve a mi cuerpo como tu nombre en la oscuridad Foto: Temple Gardens by Kurokawa Suizan (1882–1944)

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Llegaste pasado y presente cambiando el corazón en la forma el día se convierte en noche.

Es la mente? o un pensamiento compartido que despeja el cielo?

y nuestras formas logrando la ingravidez solo mirando hacia arriba cuando los pájaros cantan

Love birds

You arrive past and present changing the heart the way day turns into night.

Is it mind or a shared thought that clears the sky? and our forms achieving weightlessness just looking up when the birds sing

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Philosophy - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (1st) Oil on canvas, 100x120cm

Ideal - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (2nd) Oil on canvas

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Hiroshi Yoshida, Kumoi Cherry Trees, 1920

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Odilon Redon - I plunged into solitude. I dwelt in the tree behind me (1896)

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We are nature, we are universe

To be in nature like a human tree, your desires spread out like deep, luxuriant foliage, and feel, on peaceful and on stormy nights alike, the universal sap flow through your hands. To live with the sun’s rays warm on your face, drink the scorching salt of sea-spray and of tears, and hotly taste the joy and then the grief that fashion foggy human forms in space. To feel in your own beating heart the turbulence of air and fire and blood like wind upon the earth, reach for reality and stoop to mystery, embrace the rising daylight and the falling dark. Like evening’s purple and cerise, to let the flame and flood flow from the crimson of your heart while your soul, like pale dawn resting on a hillside, sits beside this world and dreams… — Anna de Noailles

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You are my song, my dark blue dream

Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone,

And sleighs that slow and golden go

Through gray blue shadows on the snow

― Velimir Khlebnikov Photo: Albert Renger-Patzsch, Fir Trees in Winter, Germany, 1956

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2024

The future is an enigma, just as the human heart is giving taking receiving as long as a river flowing out to sea and all paths run therefore  to open the doors of destiny

Image: NASA

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T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

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ELEVATION Above the lakes, above the vales, The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas, Beyond the sun, beyond the ether, Beyond the confines of the starry spheres, My soul, you move with ease, And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave You wing your way blithely through boundless space With joy and vigor unspeakable. Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma And purify yourself in the celestial air, Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions As you would the purest of heavenly nectars. Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision, Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene, He whose thoughts, like skylarks, Toward the morning sky take flight — Who hovers over life and understands with ease The language of flowers and silent things

ELEVACIÓN Por encima de los lagos, por encima de los valles, de las montañas, de los bosques, de las nubes, de los mares, más allá del sol, más allá de los éteres, más allá del confín de estrelladas esferas espíritu mío, tú te mueves con agilidad y como un nadador que surge entre las olas surcas alegremente la inmensidad profunda con una indescriptible alegría vigorosa Vuela lejos de esas miasmas mórbidas; te purificarás en el aire superior y bébete, igual que un puro y divino licor, el fuego claro que llena los espacios límpidos. Detrás de los problemas y las grandes penas que cargan con su peso la existencia brumosa feliz es él que puede de un ala vigorosa elevarse hacia los campos luminosos y serenos; Aquel cuyos pensamientos, cual alondras hacia los cielos matutinos, tienden al vuelo libre, Quién planea sobre la vida, y comprende sin esfuerzo el lenguaje de las flores y de las cosas mudas! — Charles Baudelaire

Painting: Carlos Schwabe, Spleen and Ideal, 1907