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lunes, noviembre 01, 2004

Los días sobrenaturales

¡Qué rico! AMO las vacaciones. Finally catching up on my sleep.


"We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the Aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
(Seriously considering eliminating sweaters and blankets from my life now...)
Success!!! El Encuentro Interdisciplinario sobre Brujas fue un éxito. Thanks, Charlie, for giving me a chance to be in it!

Y ahora, celebrando el otoño:

the glory is fallen out of
the sky the last immortal
leaf
is
dead and the gold
year
a formal spasm
in the

dust
this is the passing of all shining things
therefore we also
blandly

into receptive
earth,O let
us
descend

take
shimmering wind
these fragile splendors from
us crumple them hide

them in thy breath drive
them in nothingness
for we
would sleep

this is the passing of all shining things
no lingering no backward-
wondering be unto
us O

soul,but straight
glad feet fearruining
and glorygirded
faces

lead us
into the
serious
steep

darkness

e.e.cummings, from Tulips & Chimneys

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