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heey-ly · 3 years

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FRASES DO BANGTAN PARA BIO E RECADO DO WHATS...

1. Mesmo se o fundo do oceano arenoso se dividir em dois, mesmo se alguém sacudir este mundo, nunca solte minha mão — Euphoria

2. Você é minha alma gêmea. Por toda a eternidade, continue ficando aqui — Friends

3. Em uma noite interminável foi você quem me deu a manhã — Make It Right

4. Vamos fazer uma porta no seu coração —Magic Shop

5. Você é a estrela que transforma coisas normais em extraordinárias — Boy With Luv

6. Eu vou te levar para um mundo completamente novo — Filter

7. É bom porque é proibido — Pied Piper

8. Quantas noites mais terei que permanecer acordado até que eu possa te ver? — Spring Day

9. Beije-me, não importa o quanto doa, torne este laço mais forte até que não possa doer mais — Blood, Sweat & Tears

10. O DNA nas minhas veias me diz que você é quem eu venho procurando — DNA

11. Eu ficarei confortável mesmo se você não falar nada. Este se tornou meu lar porque você está aqui — Home

12. Você vale a pena, você é perfeita — 21st Century Girls

13. Seu pescoço me tira o fôlego quando você prende o seu cabelo e os fios caem — Just One Day

14. Você me dá uma nova vida, você me faz nascer de novo — Heartbeat

15. Você usou meu coração antes mesmo do fogo se acender — Danger

16. O coração já não acelera mais quando escuta a música começar, estou tentando levantar, mas parece que o tempo parou — Black Swan

17. Você é meu planeta, eu sou só uma Lua para você — Moon

18. Eu plantei uma flor que não pode florescer em um sonho que não pode se tornar real — Fake Love

19. Eu estou preso dentro de mim e estou morto — Save Me

20. Eu estou com medo, voar tão alto é assustador. Ninguém me disse o quanto era solitário aqui em cima — Interlude: Shadow

21. Eu estaria melhor se isso realmente fosse um jogo — Jamais Vu

22. Este jardim está cheio de solidão florescente, eu me amarrei a este castelo de areia cheio de espinhos — The Truth Untold

23. Não importa o que eu faça, eu sou absorvido por problemas — Louder Than Bombs

24. Este mundo é dominado pela raiva, parece que ninguém consegue viver sem ela — UGH!

25. Quem sou eu? É uma pergunta que tive toda a minha vida — Intro: Persona

26. Minha ambição, que costumava ser uma arma, se tornou uma prisão e um laço — Magic Shop

27. Por que eu preciso de você mesmo sabendo que vou me machucar? — I Need U

28. Quando os ponteiros dos minutos e segundos se sobrepuserem, o mundo prende a respiração por um momento — 00:00 (Zero O’Clock)

29. Eu não sou um super-herói, não espere muito de mim — Anpanman

30. O fato de você não estar louco em um mundo louco é algo louco — Am I Wrong

Para aclamar o amor-próprio

Uma das principais mensagens do BTS em muitas de suas músicas é sobre o amor-próprio (Love Yourself) e a auto-estima.

Essa seleção aqui é para quem sabe se dar valor:

31. Traga a dor, ela vai se tornar meu sangue e minha carne — On

32. Nós ainda somos os mesmos de antes — Airplane pt. 2

33. Sinto que me tornei adulto mais rápido que todo mundo — My Time

34. Setenta bilhões de luzes iluminando setenta bilhões de mundos — Mikrokosmos

35. Eles apontam o dedo pra mim, mas eu não dou a mínima — Idol

36. Eu não tenho dinheiro, mas quero relaxar — Go Go

37. Jogue pedras em mim, não temos mais medo — We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal

38. Eu quero abraçar os muitos espinhos da rosa que costumava brotar — Inner Child

39. Respeito é como olhar de novo e de novo: olhando muitas vezes você verá falhas, mas apesar disso você ainda quer olhar — Respect

40. Há verdades que não mudam — Outro: Ego

41. Eu sei o que sou, eu sei o que quero, eu nunca vou mudar — Idol

42. Onde estão todos os amigos que zombavam de mim antes? — We On

43. Por que estão tentando nos matar antes de termos chances de tentar? — Dope

44. Você não pode me segurar, pois sabe que sou um lutador — On

45. Alguém me chama de certo, alguém me chama de errado. Eu não ligarei para isso, por que você não faz isso também? — So What?

46. Minha conta bancária nada mais é que um nada — NO

47. Não se preocupe comigo, eu sou melhor que você e vou continuar sendo — We On

48. Está tudo bem, eu sou minha própria salvação — I’m Fine

49. Hoje nós sobreviveremos — Not Today

50. Mesmo que você viva apenas por um dia, faça alguma coisa — No More Dream

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te-y-cafe · 7 years

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"Eres el tipo de hombre que moriría antes que prometer amor eterno. Solo me estas llenando de tontos sueños falsos."

#Paradise kiss #Ai Yazawa #Manga #Josei #Caroline #Yukari Hayasaka #Dreams #Eternal Love #Frases #Manga frases #Sueños #Amor eterno #Amor

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princesariomg · 4 years

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Tus pequeños pasos,pero disfruta las pequeñas cosas. UwU

#film photography #illustrators on tumblr #artists on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #friends #frases #despecho #cute #cute girls #eternal love of dream #lol #lovely

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ateez-reaction-pics · 4 years

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Thanks @yoghurtsmoothie for the tag owo

rules: answer 21 questions then tag 21 people

name: you can call me disorder :) (not my name)

nickname: disorder lol or dis or whatever you feel like calling me.

gender: idk? I guess female. You can use whatever pronouns you feel like using tho.

star sign: sagittarius.

current time: pretty early (9 am)

favorite artists: ateez and bts

song stuck in my head: hip by mamamoo

last movie I saw: kidnapping stella on netflix

last thing I googled: "frases de la utopia" for a homework lol

other blogs:

@bts-reaction-pics (bts meme blog)

@atiny-support (atiny support, mmt campaigns, fanart, merch, projects)

@eternal-sinner (main)

do I get asks: from time to time, yes :D

reason for your url: I.. post memes?

following: what's that ;;?

average sleep: 5-6 hrs

lucky number: 7?

currently wearing: jeans, tshirt.

dream job: game developer

dream trip: japan!

favorite food: sushi

instruments: none. I'd love to learn how to play the drums tho

favorite song: house of cards - bts and probably wonderland - ateez :)

Feel free to do this tag!! (Tag me in it, I wanna know you guys uwu)

@just-here-mostly @eternally-bulletproof @jia-writes-soft-stuff

#tag

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explosionsstimsandtech · 5 years

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Octavio Is Live: And Drunk ||Octane On Loss||

||Welcome, Octavio Silva, you are now streaming. Say hello!||

The cheery words had Octane seething as he fixed his camera, dropping back into his super plush beanbag chair, grinning up at the camera and giving his signature rock sign.

“What’s uuup. Another drunken stream! Whoo!” he threw his hands up, yelping as some beer got on him with the motion, whining as he wiped it off.

Prior to the stream, he had three shots of tequila, this being his sort of way of tracking his thoughts. He could do holo logs or a diary, but he liked to be transparent, even if it hurt like a bitch.

He knew his experiences helped people, so why not give them this chance to see him with all his guards down, mask and goggles at his neck, looking like he just touched down from his recent solo win.

And he looked like hell.

“So! First question is the hot topic for this stream, choose wisely, amigos!” he grinned, because that was all he knew to do, to hide and protect himself.

The computer registered the first line of text with a little question mark beside it, and his heart sank instantly as he bit his lip, taking a long swig of his beer then sighed.

“Way to hit home, amigo, I’m sorry.” he sounded pained as he shifted, smile wavering.

“Miroctaneluver101 says; Hey, good game. I’m sorry, I hope this doesn’t get the top, but I’m honestly kinda feeling down in the dumps. I just lost my grandfather and I’m honestly feeling like life isn’t worth it. He was everything, the one thing to hold me up, to make me proud. The only person in my family to understand me. Have you dealt with loss, and if so, what do you do to cope?” his voice was shattering as he read the message, cursing as he rubbed at his face, ridding himself of the tears as he stood, walking off camera with a tiny sound of pain.

He kicked something, watched it burst across the stream and into the other side, off screen, to clatter against the wall. He returned with a tall glass of scotch this time, dropping into his seat with a sigh. He could see a billion messages of support to the person and worried comments to him, to which he took a swig and licked his lips.

“Where to get started, huh? First of all, please don’t kill yourself. You have so much to live for! Your life has just begun!” he set the drink down, leaning forward into his ‘Serious Papi Octavio’ mode, twin coloured eyes hard as they looked right into the camera.

“You are amazing as you are. I am sure your abuelo would be so proud of you.” he felt the tears and blinked them away, firm and sharp in his resolve. “If anyone says otherwise, tries to tell you to change, that you’re not worth it, fuck ‘em! They aren’t worth your time, your breath, your attention nor your life. Get rid of them, right away.” he flopped back, fetching his drink on the way down, with a huff, sinking into the plush embrace.

“As for loss? Not talking games here for a lightening effect, but... My great grandfather, Fuego Silva.... The only Silva I cared for... He was... Everything to me.” he looked to his glass, turning it over as he swallowed hard.

“Growing up... Well, you’ve seen what I could show you, the first camera, the first vlog? Was because of Fuego.” he smiled now, taking a swig of the amber liquid. “He loved it. Loved getting to see me as much as he could, even when he was away... He used to fight, god, it feels like an eternity now.” he laughed as he remembered back to the past.

“I told him I wanted to be a star, and he gave me this rinky dinky little thing, shit focus, terrible memory and even worse pixelage. Like we are talking using a potato for a camera would be better!” he chuckled, grinning into the glass. “But Fuego always loved it, would send it to him on the fringes of space in his vessel, so he’d have something to wake up to, something to pump him up.” he ran a hand through his hair as he laid back, splayed out for his fans to see.

“Mr and Mrs Silva were always... They weren’t great. It’s why I was taken into the Diablo Del Alma’s so early on in life. I remember the day I broke the camera. I was doing a dumb stunt, jumping off a roof, something small. I landed on it, and it broke rather than my arm. Fuego was grateful I wasn’t hurt, but my heart was broken. That was my camera, and a gift from him.” he felt the tears itch at his eyes, so he just closed them, lifting his head to take a long swig before returning to his slumped position.

“I remember the whole crew pitched in to get me a top of the line model, fit with different lens options and even slow motion at the flick of your eyes. It even had a high quality stabiliser built in that could be turned off. They almost didn’t make it, but Fuego pitched in the last hundred and said ‘to my rising star’, even engraved it on a panel on it himself.” he jolted, snapping up and scrambling around, finding the camera and returned, holding the piece up to show his fans, the intricate designs around the words written in both English and Spanish.

He then dropped into the chair with his camera in hand, tracing the words.

“He was there from day one... Even when he was out fighting... Everytime he came home, we livestreamed, made videos, we did everything together. He was practically my padre.” he smiled and sighed, hugging the camera as he laid back. “He would always say, ‘Octavio Silva. Siempre debes recordar esta frase. Nunca te rindas y nunca te rindas.‘ Always remember this phrase, never give up and never give in.” he closed his eyes again, living in the memories, even as they brought tears to his eyes.

“He used to tell me if I dreamed it I could do it. Pushed me beyond my limits. Even gave me my first tattoo!” he flapped his arm, a bright grin on his face. “I was so scared, but he said the words as he started, and it’s been my mantra. It’s why I never give up, no matter how helpless it is.” he sat up suddenly, looking to the camera in his lap.

“Fuego... He.... He got sick. Like real sick. The last few years, he was in the hospital. I would stream, you guys know this, with him still. He pushed for me to break the record. I knew his time was short, so... I improvised.” he laughed, something hollow this time. “I’m told he died with a proud smile on his face.” the tears were falling now, the pain lancing through him, but he shook his head firmly, wiping them away.

“My last talk, I told him of the Apex Games, of how I longed to be in them, of how it was my dream to have a banner of me! I told him there was no way I’d be able to, and he turned me to him. He told me those words again. I laughed and said ‘maybe after I break this record’. I woke with no legs, and no Fuego. I thought my life was ruined.” he slumped down, then slapped his leg with a huff, running fingers over the intricate metal.

“Ajay Che, she and I go way back. Beautiful woman, but not my type. Too.... Well, you all know I’m a trans gay guy, so... Yeah.” he smiled shyly and idly brushed the engravings. “She heard about everything, asking my Diablo Del Alma Padre what happened recently. When she found me, I was in a wheelchair craddling the helmet he wore, staring at a gravestone in the rain.” his throat threatened to close and he swallowed, taking a shaky breath.

“I still say I guilted her. I just started talking and talking, about the dreams, about my promise to Fuego that nothing would stop me, and now here I was, completely in lockdown.” he wiped his face again with a growl of frustration.

“But the second I got those legs, I was off, even if I fell over at first. I wasn’t going to give up. I had been harassing the nurses with zooming around in the wheelchair.” he laughed at the memory, remembering the laughter in their voices. “So, do I know loss? Yeah, I do. I experience it every time I go into the ring and watch my friends die. I know they are safe, some wicked tech they have in the background, allowing us a second chance... As long as we have something for them to fix.” he laughed and shrugged.

“As for coping? Reach out. You have a whole community here who will hear you out. Go out, and do something for yourself. Write, draw, paint, sing, dance, run, swim, anything, the world is your playground, so play. Hell, I know someone who was tricked into eating a whole cake in one sitting by a personality in their head. They were vomiting for hours, but they chose to live if only to ensure he never got cake again.” he laughed and shook his head.

“It’s hard. Trust me, the first few months are the worst. Then it’s the first couple anniversaries. I take a drink for Fuego on the day he moved up to better things. His favourite. Doing something like that to honour them is never bad. Take pride in your joys, and do them. I know a writer, the same one about the cake thing actually. He suffers from... A lot. Suicide is almost always on his mind, constantly itching at him, making him want to just say ‘fuck it’ and be done. But he finds a keyboard or a pen and paper, and writes instead. It’s messy and all over the place, but he is proud, because he’s survived the wave.” he shifted to look at the camera, tears clear, now done with hiding it.

“And that’s what it is, its waves. And sometimes you need everyone to hold you up over it all, and it’s terrifying to do that. Fuck, I don’t even do it. I usually drink and drown in all the things I shouldn’t do, stand on cliffs, half kicking my landing gear off before I even know what I’m doing. And it fucking sucks because all I want is a fucking hug, to be craddled close, to have my hair smoothed and to be told it’ll be alright.” he tugged at his hair before sighing, smoothing it back.

“But I’m scared to trust, because trust means people can stab you in the back, trust means investing yourself in someone, which means their life is my world. I don’t think I could survive another Fuego.” he took a shaky breath and smiled, something so worn out and tired as he pulled up a holoscreen, swiping through things.

“Believe me. It does get better. Not by much, but it becomes bearable. You find ways to live each day in honour of those we’ve lost, who can’t witness the day. dont beat yourself into the ground and ruin yourself like I have in the past. Remember, you are worth it. And if no one else is gonna say it, then listen to me right now.” he looked to the camera, eyes alight with a fire as he stood up, leaning close so they could see him in the whole monitor.

“I am proud of you. You are amazing and perfect as you are. Non terre plus ultra, and never give up, never give in. You have got this!” he fist pumped the air before sticking his tongue out and giving his signature hand sign.

Then, he dropped back into his seat.

“Go check out the song I’m about to share to the stream. It’s a big pick me up that I use. That and Ska, but that’s a little out there for this moment.” he laughed as he threw up the songs. “It’ll play in a sec. After it, we are doing never have I ever!” he grinned and threw back a swig of the amber liquid, bouncing up to get more booze.

||Octavio Silva Has Shared A Song.... Playing now....|| ||The Stream Will Return Shortly....||

#the mun #he writes #Octavio's Now Streaming - Stream Logs #Octavio Headcannons #Octane Headcannons

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thebooksismyworld · 3 years

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The most frequent question I've been hearing in recent years is "Is there a recipe for happiness?"

I think we need to say something first.

The world is divided into two categories:

In the first, there are those people who love to live a life from an already written plot, believing that they decide everything in their existence, foresee the perfect job, a perfect home ... Honestly, it is naive of them to think that they are living without being victims. of the choices of others.

Society intoxicates our happiness.

Or those who experience it with the thrill of improvisation, without first writing any draft.

How nice would it be to have an answer to every question? Maybe be sure or be able to choose everything about their lives.

We would like to live with the knowledge that everything will be fine, we would like to choose.

Stop being victims of the world around us.

The truth is, we all work hard for just one thing ... The pursuit of happiness.

In this difficult path, we are so focused on the goal that we don't see anything else.

But happiness is not eternal.

The satisfaction of having reached it disappears, leaving a void that throws at us pounds of sadness and disappointment. Like a cocaine addict after the effects disappear ... We run away, to find other moments of that feeling, to have another dose.

"the right dose of happiness" because it creates addiction, you become obsessed with its search, so much so that you don't understand how sad it is, because we can only pursue it, but it will always be one step ahead of us, because happiness is crazy, it must be treated with care .

All this craving to understand everything and everyone, when the best moments, the ones that really matter, are those in which you lose all inhibition, the awareness of time loses value, you are the only one left, suspended in the void.

Never mind looking ridiculous or devalued, don't compare yourself to others.

Marilyn Monroe used to say "make happiness your only vice" she thinks of all the beauty around you and be happy, because we have too little time to think that we are.

As a child it was easy.

The more it grows, the more time acquires value, so much so as to embark on a hectic life, which takes away important moments.

We think like children then, we smile

for a candy, for seeing a puppy dog, for wearing the spiderman costume at a party!

You smile! For yourself and not for others.

I am happy when I read a book, when I have no pressure, when I live my life with my times.

How many of us has this happened to? That someone we love, imposed on us what we should have done, to get better?

We are all convinced that we know what is best for ourselves and for others.

"she would need a boyfriend" "you should have a child".

As if a woman's happiness depended only on marriage or love and not on satisfaction at work.

To the phrase "I like to write, I would like to become someone someday" there will always be those who will answer that you can't do it.

There will always be someone who will undo your dreams.

But then believe it, do what makes you happy, leave to others the judgment of a life without dreams or expectations.

La domanda più frequente che sto sentendo in questi anni è "Esiste la ricetta per la felicità?"

Credo bisognerebbe prima dire una cosa.

Il mondo si divide in due categorie:

Nella prima, ci sono quelle persone che amano vivere una vita da una trama già scritta, credendo di decidere ogni cosa nella propria esistenza, prevedere il lavoro perfetto, una casa perfetta... Sinceramente è Ingenuo da parte loro pensare di vivere senza essere vittime delle scelte altrui.

La società intossica la nostra felicità.

Oppure chi la vive con il brivido dell' improvvisazione, senza prima scrivere alcuna bozza.

Quanto sarebbe bello avere una risposta per ogni domanda? Magari essere certi o poter scegliere tutto delle proprie vite.

Vorremmo vivere con la consapevolezza che tutto andrà bene, vorremmo scegliere.

Smettere di essere vittime del mondo che ci circonda.

La verità è che lavoriamo tutti duramente solo per una cosa... La ricerca della felicità.

In questo percorso così difficile, siamo talmente concentrati sull'obiettivo, da non vedere altro.

Ma la felicità non è eterna.

La soddisfazione di averla raggiunta, scompare, lasciando un vuoto che ci butta addosso chili di tristezza e delusione. Come un cocainomane dopo la scomparsa degli effetti... Scappiamo, per trovare altri istanti di quella sensazione, per averne un'altra dose.

" la giusta dose di felicità" perché crea dipendenza, diventi ossessionato dalla sua ricerca, tanto da non capire quanto sia triste, perché la possiamo solo inseguire, ma sarà sempre un passo avanti a noi, perché la felicità è folle, va trattata con cura.

Tutta questa smania di capire tutto e tutti, quando poi i momenti più belli, quelli che veramente contano, sono quelli in cui perdi ogni inibizione, la consapevolezza del tempo perde valore, rimani solo tu, sospeso nel vuoto.

Fregatene di sembrare ridicolo o svalvolato, non paragonarti agli altri.

Marilyn Monroe diceva "fai in modo che la felicità sia il tuo unico vizio" pensa a tutta la bellezza intorno a te e sii felice, perché abbiamo troppo poco tempo, per pensare di esserlo.

Da bambini era facile.

Più di cresce e più il tempo acquisisce valore, tanto da intraprendere una vita frenetica, che ci porta via momenti importanti.

Pensiamo come i bambini allora, sorridiamo

per una caramella, per aver visto un cucciolo di cane, per aver indossato il costume da spiderman ad una festa!

Sorridi! Per te stesso e non per gli altri.

Io sono felice quando leggo un libro, quando non ho pressioni, quando vivo la mia vita con i miei tempi.

A quanti di noi è successo? Che qualcuno a cui vogliamo bene, ci imponesse quello che avremmo dovuto fare, per stare meglio?

Siamo tutti convinti di sapere cosa sia meglio per noi stessi e per gli altri.

"le servirebbe un fidanzato" " dovresti fare un figlio".

Come se la felicità di una donna dipendesse solo dal matrimonio o dall'amore e non dalle soddisfazioni a lavoro.

Alla frase "mi piace scrivere, vorrei diventare qualcuno un giorno" ci sarà sempre chi risponderà che non ce la puoi fare.

Ci sarà sempre qualcuno che smonterà i tuoi sogni.

Ma allora tu credici, fai quello che di rende felice, lascia agli altri il giudizio di una vita senza sogni o aspettative.

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tendertools · 6 years

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Llega en cada tormenta/ It Comes in Every Storm

¿Y no sientes acaso tú también un dolor tormentoso sobre la piel del tiempo, como de cicatriz que vuelve a abrirse allí donde fue descuajado de raíz el cielo? ¿Y no sientes a veces que aquella noche junta sus jirones en un ave agorera, que hay un batir de alas contra el techo, como un entrechocar de inmensas hojas de primavera en duelo o de palmas que llaman a morir? ¿Y no sientes después que el expulsado llora, que es un rescoldo de ángel caído en el umbral, aventado de pronto igual que la mendiga por una ráfaga extranjera? ¿Y no sientes conmigo que pasa sobre ti una casa que rueda hacia el abismo con un chocar de loza trizada por el rayo, con dos trajes vacíos que se abrazan para un viaje sin fin, con un chirriar de ejes que se quiebran de pronto como las rotas frases del amor? ¿Y no sientes entonces que tu lecho se hunde como la nave de una catedral arrastrada por la caída de los cielos, y que un agua viscosa corre sobre tu cara hasta el juicio final?

Es otra vez el légamo. De nuevo el corazón arrojado en el fondo del estanque, prisionero de nuevo entra las ondas con que se cierra su sueño.

Tiéndete como yo en esta miserable eternidad de un día. Es inútil aullar. De estas aguas no beben las bestias del olvido.

And don’t you feel also, perhaps, a stormy sorrow on the skin of time, like a scar that opens again there where the sky was uprooted? And don’t you feel sometimes how that night gathers its tatters into an ominous bird, that there’s a beating of wings against the roof like a clash among immense spring leaves struggling or of hands clapping to summon you to death? And don’t you feel afterwards someone exiled is crying, that there’s an ember of a fallen angel on the threshold, brought suddenly like a beggar by an alien gust of wind? And don’t you feel, like me, that a house rolling toward the abyss runs over you with a crash of crockery shattered by lightning, with two empty shells embracing each other for an endless journey, with a screech of axles suddenly fractured like love’s broken promises? And don’t you feel then your bed sinking like the nave of a cathedral crushed by the fall of heaven, and that a thick, heavy water runs over your face till the final judgment?

Again it’s the slime. Again your heart thrown into the depth of the pool, prisoner once more among the waves closing a dream.

Lie down as I do in this miserable eternity of one day. It’s useless to howl. From these waters the beasts of oblivion don’t drink.

Olga Orozco

Translated from Spanish (Argentina) by Mary Crow