“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”

martes, 28 de junio de 2011

Long nights alone


La pureza del paraje virgen de cofete :)


Noches de brisa suave y fresca que entra por la ventana y recorre las gotas de sudor del ardiente calor del ángel dormido. Su profunda respiración: el sosiego que halla tras la dura tarea de enfrentarse a las olas, olas que rugen incesantemente. Una corriente que te desea cual cazador a su presa.
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