If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, without pain. From this I can see and understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me ~ Rumi (art;yuli.sato)
Rain poured down onto my body, the sound of heavy drops of moisture hitting the old planks of the pier calmed me. Lifting my head, pushing my glasses onto my face, they were slipping from the rain. I pulled my hood closer around my face, through the fog I saw a figure across the lake. Dressed in black and many layers to it warm from the cold October rain. He was aiming something at a dummy, hitting swiftly. My breath came out of my mouth in clouds, the figure looked up and looked in my direction
“Keep awake, alive, new. Perform the paradox of being hard and yet soft. Survive without calcification of the tender membranes. Be a poet. Be alive.”~ Tennessee Williams #nomad #nomadchic http://www.nomad-chic.com
A mitad de camino entre la mar y el suelo que hace fértil un gesto de vida proseguida, sobre la arena oscura expuesta al sol, propongo yo misma mi balance entre fruta y olvido; entre amor y despecho con las luces del alba, o las yertas palabras que acoge un laberinto de nácar y las vierte contra el rumor del puerto.