ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

miércoles, 1 de agosto de 2012

érika o'morrison

"a poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. all forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons and preserves their quintessences. unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great invalid, the great accursedand the supreme scientist! for he attains the unknown!"
                                                                              arthur rimbaud


- why do you paint?
- you can't read all the time, your eyes get tired.

james douglas morrison



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