— Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via larmoyante)
“I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming abeautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.”
— Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled. (via ephe)
la imagen del anima que prestaba brillo sobrenatural a la madre ante los ojos del hijo, es abandonada poco a poco frente a la banalidad de lo cotidiano .„„ y cae por ello en el inconsciente.„ sin que disminuya por eso su plenitud instintiva y su tensión primitiva. Desde ese momento esta como lista para el salto y es proyectada en la primera oportunidad. Esa oportunidad se presenta cuando un ser femenino hace una impresión que quiebra la cotidianeidad
y tú al mirarte al espejo tal vez querrás que se detenga el mundo solo para tí..
Y eso no puede ser no puede ser mi vida..
sin sospecharlo el viento te arrebatará esa hoja escrita con tu mejor canción. que ya no recordarás, y que creías que haría una revolución,
Anda como una diosa y tiende sultana,
Siente por el placer fe mahometana.
"Lo que habia entre ellos no era amor, era inmortalidad"
La nostalgia del paraíso es el deseo del hombre de no ser hombre.