February 2012
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I haven’t missed you. In fact, I’ve been revoltingly unfaithful to you. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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Hombres necios que acusáis a la mujer sin razón, sin ver que sois la ocasión de lo mismo que culpáis: Si con ansia sin igual solicitáis su desdén ¿Por qué queréis que obren bien, si las incitáis al mal? Combatís sus resistencia, y luego, con gravedad, decís que fué livianidad lo que hizo la diligencia.
Queréis, con presunción necia, hallar a la que buscáis, para pretendidad, Thais, y en la...
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Yo siempre amé tu locura.
Gasping for air and sanity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Out of breath and breathless. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed. — I Wrote This For You
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Hice una lista de cosas que he de recordar y una lista de cosas que quiero olvidar, pero veo que son la misma lista. — Linda Pastan, las 5 fases del dolor.
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Me zumba la cabeza con lo contradictorio.
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She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins. She had to extract a kind of personal advantage from things and she rejected as useless everything that promised no immediate gratification — for her temperament was more sentimental than artistic, and what she was looking for was emotions, not scenery. — Gustave Flauvert, Madame...
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Devendra Banhart — Bad Girl
Adieu tristesse Bonjour tristesse
She was like the moon — part of her was always hidden away.
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Debajo de tu piel vive la luna.
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
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I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me… She showed me her room, isn’t it good, Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair. I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed” She told me she worked in the...
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I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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Twin Sister — Lady Daydream
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All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
Je ne suis pas infâme! Je suis une femme.