Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
— Alan Watts (via light-essence)
The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita’s breasts
the branches die of love.The branches die of love.
Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
Lolita bathes her body
with salt water and roses.The branches die of love.
The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of streams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.The branches die of love.
—
Serenata
Federico García Lorca
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.
— C.S. Lewis (via jiggleitalittleitllopen)
