meanwhileoutsidethecave

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Nothing can ever happen twice.

In consequence, the sorry fact is

that we arrive here improvised

and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,

if you're the planet's biggest dunce,

you can't repeat the class in summer:

this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,

no two nights will teach what bliss is

in precisely the same way,

with precisely the same kisses.

One day, perhaps some idle tongue

mentions your name by accident:

I feel as if a rose were flung

into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,

I can't help looking at the clock:

A rose? A rose? What could that be?

Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day

with so much needless fear and sorrow?

It's in its nature not to stay:

Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer

to seek accord beneath our star,

although we're different (we concur)

just as two drops of water are.

-Wislawa Szymborska

#Wislawa Szymborska #nothing twice #poetry #poem

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My Heart

I'm not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don't prefer one "strain" to another. I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie, not just a sleeper, but also the big, overproduced first-run kind. I want to be at least as alive as the vulgar. And if some aficionado of my mess says "That's not like Frank!", all to the good! I don't wear brown and grey suits all the time, do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera, often. I want my feet to be bare, I want my face to be shaven, and my heart— you can't plan on the heart, but the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

-Frank O'Hara

#frank o'hara #my heart #poem #poetry

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Mikio Naruse - Floating Clouds (1955)

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#Alfred Guillou #adieu #painting #french painting

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Moro a 70 quilômetros do mar

Moro a duas horas e meia do mar

Moro a dois ônibus e 24 estações de trem e 11 estações de metrô do mar

Moro a tanta preguiça de ir até o mar

Mas todo dia piso nos dois montes de areia da calçada do vizinho

E lembro que: só esquece o mar quem mora perto do mar

Eu não esqueço que: moro onde não escolhi

Moro onde posso morar

Às vezes é madrugada e fica silêncio

Às vezes é madrugada e durmo ouvindo o barulho da água no valão de frente à minha casa

E acordo com a boca salgada

Nos olhos dois montes de areia

#bruna mitrano #poesia #poesia brasileira

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#the kiss #edvard munch #kyss #painting #norwegian painter

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#edvard munch #love and pain #kjærlighet og smerte #painting #oslo #norwegian painter

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Eu ...

Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida, Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte, Sou a irmã do Sonho,e desta sorte Sou a crucificada ... a dolorida ...

Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida, E que o destino amargo, triste e forte, Impele brutalmente para a morte! Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!...

Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê... Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser... Sou a que chora sem saber porquê...

Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou, Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver, E que nunca na vida me encontrou!

-Florbela Espanca

#florbela espanca #poesia portuguesa

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Nunca afinal eu soube que eras tanto nem que vinhas da noite e eras cedo Um braseiro de rosas ou a esperança Um bálsamo de cânfora ou o medo Nunca afinal eu soube  que eras tanto nem que vinhas de noite e eras tempo Por isso te pergunto já sem esperança O que hei-de fazer com um coração aceso?

-Maria Teresa Horta

#Maria Teresa Horta #poesia portuguesa

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#a garota não #a grande máquina #music #música portuguesa #Spotify

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A garota não - Porque me olhas assim

#youtube #a garota não #porque me olhas assim #music #música #fausto #portugal #portuguese

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Wild Geese

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

– Mary Oliver

#mary oliver #poetry #wild geese

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Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso, áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo, alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo, leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso;

no hallar fuera del bien centro y reposo, mostrarse alegre, triste, humilde, altivo, enojado, valiente, fugitivo, satisfecho, ofendido, receloso;

huir el rostro al claro desengaño, beber veneno por licor süave, olvidar el provecho, amar el daño;

creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe, dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño; esto es amor, quien lo probó lo sabe.

#lope de vega #poesia

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Adrian-Nilsson Gösta

Symbolistiskt parklandskap med skulpturgrupp, 1910

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#painting #tobias healing his father blindness #unknown

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#simon vouet #The Toilet of Venus #painting

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#aert van der neer #moonlight landscape #painting