Flor es ser.

Los esquimales no existen.
kateoplis:

“Elegance is a physical quality. If a woman doesn’t have it naked, she’ll never have it clothed.” — Karl Lagerfeld
Photo: George Holz

kateoplis:

“Elegance is a physical quality. If a woman doesn’t have it naked, she’ll never have it clothed.” — Karl Lagerfeld

Photo: George Holz

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museumuesum:

Chris Engman

The Meeting, 2004
Archival Inkjet Print 76 x 91 cm

The Library, 2004
Archival Inkjet Print 69 x 97 cm

The Consummation, 2005
Archival Inkjet Print 76 x 88 cm

Disappearance, 2004
Archival Inkjet Print 50 x 40 cm

The Audience, 2004
Archival Inkjet Print 76 x 91 cm

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tonto.

hay un claroscuro desnudo sin botas,

solía tener pelo, solía recordar sus manos.

No hay bestia que se le pareciera

ya no reta nada, no hay a quién retar.

Decirse bandido en tiempos de plástico

como quien arase la tierra

de un suelo de galletas.

.

Explotamos a cientos de cerebros

con flores almidonadas y restos de jilgueros

como cuando había un rey de acero

ahora los hacen de viento.

I’m a naïve cliche of brownish proto-delusions



Julio Cortázar, Self-Portrait, Paris, 1975

Julio CortázarSelf-Portrait, Paris, 1975

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silfarione:

Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in the sand while others lie around behind them on a hot Independence Day at the beach. Photo by Ralph Crane, 1949.

silfarione:

Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in the sand while others lie around behind them on a hot Independence Day at the beach. Photo by Ralph Crane, 1949.

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The alchemist who has achieved illumination.
from Andrea de Pascalis, Alchemy: The Golden Art. 

The alchemist who has achieved illumination.

from Andrea de Pascalis, Alchemy: The Golden Art. 

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Rooms inside rooms, with doors inside which close automatically.

Mom believes in Tarot

 sometimes she writes names of people

and puts them into the fridge.

.

I have been thinking of names and how they represent us even if we don’t choose them. It reminds me of that argument of logic that says that, to describe a set, you must use elements outside the set in order to describe them. I used my parents in order to have a name. I can make some efforts myself to get a contraction before my name which describes I’m a certificated scientist or so. Maybe marry someone and get his second name, which at the same time, is a reminder of who his father is.

It is so silly, I really laughed when I thought of it. I was watering my plants while thinking of this, they are growing so lovely. But my plants are a bit foolish too. Their ground is starting to get tight and they might die soon if don’t do something for them. Might they be sad? Should I set them free? I need to travel to Nepal soon and satisfy mi desire of traveling by the longest train in the world. I can’t take them with me, there are some stupid laws about traveling with plants. I can take a trafficker with me but not a plant, plants are dangerous. In Malaysia it was illegal to travel with mangoes. 

I might buy some worms for my plants soon, they deserve them. I deserve a big brother too. Someone who says “You listen to very crappy music, please yourself with these records” or “OK, I can take you to this or that volcano to get very tired, I’ll take your asthma medicine because, of course you will forget them while taking your melodramatic poetry books in your backpack”. 

dreamdeath:

Mario Ambrosius

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elinka:

This once in a lifetime image depicts Holocaust survivors at the moment of realizing they are liberated. This is such candid, raw photo you would think it was taken on a cellphone at the spur of the moment. Read more about the story behind this photo here.
from here

elinka:

This once in a lifetime image depicts Holocaust survivors at the moment of realizing they are liberated. This is such candid, raw photo you would think it was taken on a cellphone at the spur of the moment. Read more about the story behind this photo here.

from here

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hoodoothatvoodoo:


Julio Mitchel, Sex on LSD is Fun, 1968

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Julio Mitchel, Sex on LSD is Fun, 1968

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