Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
— Russian Proverb
Karma es: Morir en Mario Bros con el mismo caparazón que lanzaste.
(Source: p--s-y-c-h-o-t-i--c, via de-rulos-ilogicos)
San Quentin, you’ve been livin’ hell to me
You’ve hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I’ve seen ‘em come and go and I’ve seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin’ why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You’ve cut me and have scarred me thru an’ thru.
And I’ll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can’t you understand.
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I’ll be different when you’re through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.
San Quentin, you’ve been livin’ hell to me.
Por más…
Por más que se intente gritar a los cielos
estos siguen
y siguen
sin fin.
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“Tenga padre, esta su hija.
que la tuna me engañó.
Si la tié mal enseñada.
enséñela Usted mejor..”
No debemos de pensar que ahora es diferente
Mil momentos como este quedan en mi mente
No se piensa en el verano cuando cae la nieve
Deja que pase un momento y volveremos a querernos.
Jamas la lógica del mundo nos ha dividido
Ni el futuro tan incierto nos ha preocupado
Una vez los dos pensamos hay que separarse
Mas deshicimos las maletas antes de emprender el viaje
Título: “Por la Razón o la Crema”.
Autor: Francisca Vilches.
Técnica: Autorretrato fotográfico.
Descripción: La luma como objeto fálico y de extensión del poder fáctico, desde el Estado a los agentes que usan la herramienta del terror que imponen la ley en las calles, no sólo para sodomizar los cuerpos de los ciudadanos, sino que también para que el cuerpo se rinda ante el castigo. Es la prolongación de la moral ética o de las estructuras de justicia del poder y el Estado, hacia el individuo categorizado como delincuente o simplemente indisciplinado. El falo castigador y vigilante como el ente reparador del orden y la conducta
The Egyptians, who were the authors of the mysteries and mythical representation, did not ignorantly literalize mythical characters, and had no “Fall of Man” to encounter; as Christianity does. Consequently, they had no need of a Redeemer from the effects of that which had never occurred. They did not rejoice over the death of their suffering Savior, because his agony, shame, and bloody sweat were falsely supposed to rescue them from the consequence of broken laws. On the contrary, they thought that everyone created his own Karma here, and that the past deeds made the future fate.
Horus did things for the glory of his Father, and not to save the souls of men from having to do them. There was no vicarious SALvation or imputed righteousness. He did not come to save sinners. Horus was a model of divine worship, but his followers must conform to his example and do in life what he had done, before they could claim any fellowship with him in death. ”Except ye do these things yourselves, there is no passage, no opening of the gate to the land of life everlasting”.
(Source: your-maj3sty, via mmqqbb)
Espera
Estanques y flores
reflejando lo profundo
del nuevo cielo
(Re)Anima/ando el tiempo perdido
