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Romeo and Juliet (1968)
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Detailedit: L'étoile double ☆² (The Double Star), c.1881, Luis Ricardo Falero. | “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” — Norman Vincent Peale
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“I am full of death. Old haunts and burials. A funeral of hearts. A funeral of lovers. A graveyard of expired passions.”
Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/
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Mihaly von Zichy - Romantic Encounter //  Marc Fishman - La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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Medusa with the head of Perseus (details) Luciano Garbati.
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Louis Veray, (1885), detail of La Moissoneuse endormie Ph. Gerard Hermand
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True translation is not a binary affair between two languages but a triangular affair. The third point of the triangle being what lay behind the words of the original text before it was written. True translation demands a return to the pre-verbal.
John Berger, “Self Portrait” from Confabulations (via mesogeios)
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𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡
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Yo perdí lo mas querido cuando perdí a mi mama, pero seguí pa lante y pa lante, has como yo nunca eche pa tras, ni pa coger impulso que va. Cuidao que de espalda te pueden atacar, echa pa’ lante cobarde, anda rebuscate el pan
Hector Lavoe (via breathinfashion)
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-Hector Lavoe-La Fama (via libros-de-noche)
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El Vagabundo.
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‪Don’t feed the past. Everytime something shows up in your reality that is no longer in alignment with who you are and where you are going, kick it out. Do not engage or give it anymore of your energy, starve what you do not want to grow.‬
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living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope
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Hermann Hesse, Demian (1919)
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