A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?”
(Jack Kerouac, On the Road)
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
…so it seems… muchas gracias, Marcelo!!
Stunningly beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you, so, so much (…again)!!!
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Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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