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she undresses in the paradise of her memory she’s unaware of her visions’ fierce fate she’s scared of not knowing how to name what does not exist Alejandra Pizarnik
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Jul 23rd
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I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you. - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible. - Jonathan Safran Foer
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Poem I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. Leonard Cohen, from “Let Us Compare Mythologies”
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