Those afraid will not understand the mystery in that around them, because it is only when you are willing to uncover your own heart and eyes that life will itself surrender its most profound secrets (Akiyama 1494).
The scent of human history—a composite of sweat, urine, shit, blood, flesh, and semen, as well as joy, sorrow, jealousy, rage, vengeance, fear, love, hope and a whole lot more.
There were reams and reams of it. Endless snarls of words, sometimes twisting into meaning, sometimes into nothing at all.
Each fragment completely covered with creeps of years and years of ink pronouncements; layered, crossed out, amended; handwritten, typed, legible, illegible; impenetrable, lucid, torn, stained, scotch taped; some bits crisp and clean, others faded, burnt or folded and refolded so many times the creases have obliterated passages of god knows what—sense?
Danielewski 2000
Torrent: Cirque.Du.Soleil.Alegria.live.in.Sydney.DVD_R.NTSC.420BR
Tagline: "Del delittuoso grido. Bella ruggente pena. Seren."
- Γαλενω Γαλισια
- My true home is here in Simancas where Pyrenees joy bursts into air like wind carries Spain's oceanic light. In this place the moon wolf cries at nightfall in a voice of hunger. The sky moves like weeping blankets of folding white snow. Rain falls in silver thread and feeds our valley of farmland and silent homes with smile. Here is where the conquistador spirit is born, set free from the edge of shore, and like a woman's sunlit beauty, is captured and carried away by the warm ebb and flow of fragrant word.
