We are pieces of others. Portraits painted somewhere between our brains and thymuses.
We are the dirt we've eaten and the songs we've sung. We are the light of stars and darknesses old beyond imagining. We are at once spontaneous fires and sacred water. We are faith and forgivness. We are our own deaths and we are the eternal thought of others.
-Callahan
2 comments:
No no, ese poema es la letra de una excelente cancion de Charly García.
Pero dada la letra bien podria haberla escrito yo :/.
En fín, gracias por pasarte, buen blog :)
Un abrazo
i dont like this growing up thing. i dont like thinking about the time where we wont have eachother.
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