Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning.

Every poem an epitaph.

/ T.S.Eliot /

jueves, 28 de febrero de 2013

- American Beauty - Plastic Bag Dancing -

/It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing. And there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember. I need to remember. Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it. And my heart is going to cave in./ 

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