Grande.

Vídeo

Jane Eyre :)

Remember, the shadows are just as important as the light. 

Happy Halloween!

Dearest Evgeny.

Dearest Evgeny, I write to you, it is all I can do. And now I know it is in your power to punish my presuming heart. Yet if you have one drop of pity, you'll not abandon me to my unhappy fate. I am in love with you and I must tell you this or my heart, my heart which belongs to you, will surely break. I would never have revealed my shame to you, if just once a week I might see you. Exchange a word or two and then think day and night of one thing alone til our next meeting. But you're unsociable, they say, that the country bores you. Is it true? Does the country bore you? Sometimes I wonder that you ever visited us. Why, I'd never have known you or known this agony and fever. I know that all my life's been leading me to this union with you. I recognised you at first sight and knew with certainty. I said to myself, It's him, he has come. Help me, resolve my doubts. Perhaps all this is nonsence, emptiness, a delusion and quite another fate awaits me. Imagine it, I'm here alone half out of my mind. I dread to read this over, my secret longing. I know that I can trust your honour, though I feel faint from shame and fear, Tatyana

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Quote.

"All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that it was vanity; But the dreamers of day are dangerous men. That they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible."

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The Constant Gardener

 

Una hermosísima película, un amor leal y puro y no sólo eso, una temática profundamente electrificante.

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Moments.

There are moments that must be remembered. Like the moment you first know about one of you favourite musician.

Haunt me!

 

I pray one prayer, I repeat it till my tongue stiffens. Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you, haunt me, then!... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.

Roots. Inspiration.

 

There's  always a P.S in us

Haha!

Ben Howard.

GRAN MÚSICO

Mi canción favorita.

Shakespeare smiles when he reads it.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Alan Rickman 

The long war.

Less passionate the long war throws
its burning thorn about all men,
caught in one grief, we share one wound,
and cry one dialect of pain.

We have forgot who fired the house
Whose easy mischief spilled first blood
Under one raging roof we lie
The fault no longer understood
But as our twisted arms embrace the desert where our cities stood
Death’s family likeness in each face must show at last our brotherhood.

Alan Rickman

Shivers when he reads.

There are places in the world
Where people do not dream…
Of rocket-powered unicorns
And candy cane machines
Of magic watermelon boats
And musical baboons
Or teeny tiny trumpet players
Training pet raccoons
Yes there are places in the world
Where people dream up dreams
So simply un-fantastical
And practical they seem…
To lose all possibility
Of thinking super things
Of dancing wild animals
With diamond-coated wings
Instead they dream of furniture
Of buying a new hat
Of owning matching silverware
Could you imagine that?
Instead they lay awake at night
Wishing for a car
Not one that runs on jellybeans…
But one that’s reg-u-lar
They dream of breakfast sandwiches
They dream of telephones
Sometimes they even dream of dreams
That aren’t even their own
Yes there are places in the world
Where dreams are almost dead
So please my child do keep in mind
Before you go to bed
To dream a dream as big
As big could ever dream to be
Then dream a dream ten times as big
As that one dream you see
Then once you’ve got that dream in mind
Please dream a million more
And not a million quiet dreams
A million dreams that roar
A million dreams so loud they scream
So loud they sing and shout
So super huge they say
“Hey world! Guess what I’m dreamin’ bout”
“I’m dreaming about everything
that no one thought to wonder
Dreams so big that they’ve got dreams
And they’ve got dreams up under!”
Please dream for those who’ve given up
For those who’ve never tried
Please use your dreams
To make new dreams
For all the dreams that died
Cause you’re the one whose dreams can be
Whatever dreams you want
Whose dreams can change the way things are
And the way that things are not
And if they say that all your dreams
Are too big to come true
You tell them that I told you…
“That’s what dreams are meant to do!”
They’re meant to make you seem as if
You don’t know up from down
Because dreams are dreams and that’s why
Dreams are worth having around!
So when you think your dreaming’s done
Just remember what I said
“close your eyes my child
and dream
that perfect dream
inside your head”

Joaquin Phoenix 

Señoritas.

Un par de imágenes. Una historia.

 El portazo nunca llegó. Ella siempre salía de escena tal y como entraba, con el silencio de los que sueñan despiertos.

Y empezó a correr, pero no como alma que lleva el diablo, no. A ella la empujaba una ráfaga de pasión. Ella era así.

Sabía hacia donde se dirigía, allí donde pesaban los corazones del pasado. Desde su ventana siempre lo vió: un lugar donde se perdían figuras enamoradas, un lugar donde en otra vida, en otro mundo ella había sido libre y donde seguro que la estarían esperando.

Ellos siempre la esperaban.

Y entró como alma pura. Ese era el lenguaje del lugar, el lenguaje del Alma, el lenguaje del Mundo. Lo sabía porque había aprendido a entender aquellas ramas que desde lejos mecían su lecho con las nanas de quien es lluvia pero fuego, de quien es tierra pero aire.

No habían vacilaciones en sus pasos, ni temor en sus ojos. 

Era de esperar que se desenvolviera mejor en la oscuridad, en la niebla y el silencio de los que tienen tanto que decir, que en la luz cegadora de los que creían saberlo todo y nada comprendían, de los que tanto obraban pero nada hacían.

 Y allí esperó, pues ellos siempre esperan. 

Quién iba a decir que existía en el mundo un lugar donde podría encajar, un lugar donde encontrar al igual. 

Todos la llamaban, susurrando: hija mía, mi niña, niña de mis ojos. Niña de mis ojos. Tan simple y tan complejo... Partió a llorar, pues eso era ella, la niña de los ojos del mundo. ¿Y qué significaba aquello? Alguien se lo había dicho, allí alguien lo sabía. 

Se acerará y me llevará hacia donde pertenezco.- Pensó.

Y allí se quedó, horas y horas.

Cuando empezó a temer que ellos solo sabrían esperar, aparecieron.

Con los primeros rayos de Sol, aquello que ella siempre fue se posó ante su mirada.

Pertenecía a la Naturaleza. 

Y allí halló paz.

Su alma ya era libre.

Entonces comprendió que a partir de aquél momento iba a permitirse ser feliz.

No habrían más opresores. 

Ella la primera, dejaría cumplir sus sueños.

Con miedo, porque... ¿por qué huir de él? 

Es propio de todos los que arriesgan. 

Sería feliz.

Tears of the Angel

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie
It can't be true
That I'm losing you
The sun cannot fall from the sky

Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel

Stop every clock
Stars are in shock
The river would run to the sea
I wont let you fly
I wont say goodbye
I wont let you slip away from me

Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie

Love reading ♥

Missing some films :)

North & South

 

I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white

Jawahal

Anoche grité en sueños.

 Un sudor frío me recorrió la nuca ante la risa malévola de un hombre.

 Un fantasma.

Debora-libros.

Libros de este verano:

 

Happy B-day

God save my Queen and long live my King.

I love Tea

 

Tea time with Alan Rickman

El coco y Carlisle.

Es curioso como infancia y adolescencia se unen para dar lugar a un nombre.

O como tras el susto de tu vida, aquel que te muestra la realidad del mundo (que no todo es bueno), aparece el nombre de un personaje más por parte de una amiga de la infancia. Del color de las sombras, de la altura de mis sueños y la grandeza de mi sentimiento hacia ti.

Jajajajaja

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