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Ojitos Negros
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El caos de ella consistía en que, allá por donde ella pasaba, todo lo que estaba organizado se desorganizaba,lo que estaba ordenado se desordenaba-Medem
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ojitos-negroscm · 5 days ago
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Ioanna Tsatsou, translated by Jean Demos, from Selected Poems; "28 September,"
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“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.”
— Haruki Murakami
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Alice Notley // Warsan Shire
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Miguel Hernández
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ojitos-negroscm · 4 months ago
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Mi lugar favorito soy yo cuando estoy feliz, cuando hago lo que me gusta, cuando me doy el valor que merezco.
Ann
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Todo pasa. El único consuelo que tenemos es que todo pasa.
Windkjoon
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Loba
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Feeling safe in someone’s energy is a different type of intimacy
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Fue eterno mientras duró.
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Bad art is better than no art
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I can't hold enough of you in my hands.
Franz Kafka / Letters to Milena
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I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me. Always.
Spike Jonze / Her
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
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ojitos-negroscm · 4 months ago
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I wanted it so much. I don't know why I wanted it so much.
Ernest Hemingway / Cat in the Rain
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ojitos-negroscm · 4 months ago
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Que tarde un poco, pero que llegue y sea todo lo que siempre soñé.
— Seguen Oríah.
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