Wednesday

 

2 years man !
2 years!

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Friday

 
'Asi si alquien quisiera pintar algo con un cierto color,
ocurre que, de algun modo,
lo que se pinta esta en lo pintado.'
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Thursday

 
una mujer mediocre es como un libro malo,
hacen dudar de la literatura entera,
de lo femenino universal

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Friday

 
Lo que va uno retrasando dia por dia no es el final de la intolerable ansiedad que acusa una separacion, sino la temida vuelta de emociones ineficaces.
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Thursday

 
For even if we have the sensation of being always surrounded by our own soul, it is not as though by a motionless prison: rather, we are in some sense borne along with it in a perpetual leap to go beyond it, to reach the outside, with a sort of discouragement as we hear around us always that same resonance, which is not an echo from the outside, but the resounding of an internal vibration.

- the faith with which my mind went to meet his word as though it were a revelation.
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Wednesday

 
We claim that the nostalgic man, in his attachment to the past, searches for his lost childhood, from where he is henceforth exiled. Yes, no question. But his homesickness has another source. It is not the past that he idealizes; it isn’t the present on which he turns his back, but on what is dying. His wish: that anywhere –whether he changes continents, cities, jobs, loves- he could find his native land, the one where life is born, where is reborn. Nostalgia carries the desire, less for an unchanging eternity than for always fresh beginnings. Thus time that passes and destroys tries to take away the ideal figure of a place that remains. The homeland is one of the metaphors of life.

Antwerpen, January, 2005.
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Friday

 

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