17 de agosto de 2014

                                                                             Ilustração de Majalin



Knowledge


Now that I know
That passion warms little
Of flesh in the mold,
And treasure is brittle,

I’ll lie here and learn
How, over their ground,
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.



                             Louise Bogan 


8 de agosto de 2014

                                                                                                                                                                               cameron thorsteinn - grasss



FINISH


We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting 


Charles Bukowsky