February 2012
Anarquía y cerveza fría: What Lot's Wife Would... →
eating-poetry:
Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark?
When our first…
“Tenemos que obligar a la realidad a que responda a nuestros sueños, hay que...”
– Julio Cortázar
qué cosas más bonitas dices, julio
(via wine-loving-vagabond)
“I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via wine-loving-vagabond)
