La Quimera Linda

A pipe dream, Wishful thinking, An illusion, A fire-breathing she-monster with a lion's head, goat's body, and serpent's tail, A fabrication of the mind
~ Thursday, December 22 ~
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Victor Jara- “El derecho de vivir en paz”


~ Tuesday, December 20 ~
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For me, it really is about a dialogue. Life can be really isolating or terrifying or euphoric - it’s all these things. And while I’m here I want to have an exchange. I want something to vibrate. And I want to be really stimulated.”
-Shary Boyle
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~ Sunday, December 18 ~
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The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
— Vaclav Havel ( October 5, 1936 - December 18, 2011)

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I really do inhabit a system in which words are capable of shaking the entire structure of government, where words can prove mightier than ten military divisions.
Vaclav Havel, 1936 – 2011 (via ataxiwardance)

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~ Thursday, December 15 ~
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nprfreshair:

Yo Yo Ma on the floor of a bathroom, with a wombat.
photo by @petersagal, who helpfully tweets about his entire YoYoWombat experience here.

nprfreshair:

Yo Yo Ma on the floor of a bathroom, with a wombat.

photo by @petersagal, who helpfully tweets about his entire YoYoWombat experience here.


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~ Wednesday, December 14 ~
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I used to have trouble with keys.
But now that the door is unlocked,
I have trouble turning the knob.

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You create yourself in ever-changing shapes
that rise from the stuff of our days—
unsung, unmourned, undescribed,
like a forest we never knew.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours (translated by J. Macy and A. Barrows)

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