"Art for Art's shake"

El olor de un libro viejo. Viajar. Teatro. Las sonrisas de madrugada.

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El olor de un libro viejo. Viajar. Teatro. Las sonrisas de madrugada.

5 de noviembre de 2012











just like that deafening infinite silence devoured when a war comes to an end.
just like that second in a concert before pronouncing the first words of a song, that shared in unison stillness.

just like taking a deep breath
holding the air for as much as your lungs can keep it in them (fitting a whole life in it)
and breathing out, smoothly. letting it go. feeling it go.


am afraid i am breathing out now, smoothly. 
feeling it go.
but not wanting it go.


los rituales balineses hindús de la muerte acaban con un silencio desgarrador.













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