Saturday, May 26, 2012

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danielpdykes:

The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mortin Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.

Thursday, May 24, 2012
E se o telefone tocar diga que eu morri, que estou mortinho da silva, estirado no chão da sala com o coração na mão. Diga que retirei meu coração com a mão – ele estava doendo demais. Caio Fernando Abreu (via segredosdeumpoeta)

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

So we’ll go no more a-rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart still be as loving,And the moon still be as bright.For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul outwears the breast,And the heart must pause to breathe,And love itself have rest.Though the night was made for loving,And the day returns too soon,Yet we’ll go no more a-rovingBy the light of the moon.

-Lord Byron

So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

-Lord Byron

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