Oh Paris, Paris

“París es París, una ciudad única, y por difícil que sea vivir aquí, y por mucho que las cosas empeoraran y se complicaran todavía mas, el aire francés despeja el cerebro y le hace a uno bien, muchísimo bien”

– Vincent al artista ingles Horace Mann Livens, París, septiembre u octubre de 1886.

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Poesía y fotografía

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My mother told me
to never judge a book by its cover.
but the way the fluorescent lighting
reflects off of your glasses,
and how your shirt ruffles when you laugh,
I’m betting you’re a book I could read
all day long.

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“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”

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“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”

– N.T

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