talking of Michaelangelo.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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study of language // 7:59 am
The poetic connotations are a bit different.
The cold never bothered me anyway. ... this is way to say it is a bit informal. Each word was placed there to make the slam of the door more emphatic. Emphasis on the strength.
whereas...
El frío es parte también de mí. ... is very very poetic. The cold is also a part of me. Like the cold strengthens her.
Actually the meanings are quite different.
Sung to the same melody, but, it's still quite different.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
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clarity // 5:50 pm
In the morning din of the children coming to school, I sit under falling flowers and the breeze carried me a clear flute piece. I had never heard the piece before but my year caught the music and I was momentarily entranced.
Little things in the day give you a few moments of serene before going along the flow of the day again.
The poetry of a day, the clarity of a flute piece, soft but lifts you.
Monday, April 07, 2014
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rockslide // 9:28 pm
feels like that when your mood is murky and your eyebrows are furrowed from the moment you wake up and then your head hurts blindingly with increasing intensity throughout the day
great food helps but it doesn't send you all the way back up there...
hope this passes quick
it's just Monday, but I wish it was Friday already
Sunday, April 06, 2014
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whirr // 9:31 pm
The whirr and the hum, they're comforting and they wash over you and you watch the fabric rhythmically, musically, neatly fly through the machine.
Anderson's films are charming little gems. Every shot is a well thought out picture. Vividly colourful.
Quotes and thoughts on
Grand Budapest Hotel later.