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"Hoy es un día azul de primavera,
Creo que moriré de poesía,
De esa famosa joven melancólica
No recuerdo ni el nombre que tenía.
Sólo sé que pasó por este mundo
Como una paloma fugitiva:
La olvidé sin quererlo, lentamente,
Como todas las cosas de la vida."

— Fragmento “Es olvido”, Nicanor Parra. (¡100 años de Parra!)

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Anna Karina and Jean-Claude Brialy in Une femme est une femme, 1961.

Anna Karina and Jean-Claude Brialy in Une femme est une femme, 1961.

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"El dolor a palo seco no lo aguanta nadie. Tienes que tener alguna historia metida en la cabeza para soportarlo. Darle un sentido, imaginarte que sirve para algo. Que te cura, que te salva. Lo que escuece, cura, decía mi abuela cuando me echaba unas gotas de alcohol en la herida que me había hecho jugando, al caerme, o cuando me cortaba. No soportamos saber que algo escuece y no cura, que duele y sólo es eso, dolor, nada de medicina."

Rafael Chirbes / Crematorio (fragmento)

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"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."

— Azar Nafisi (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Every Character I LoveCassie Ainsworth (Skins)

“I always wished I could be a Russian Doll. A red one. With a big pair of bright blue eyes and painted on eyelashes and pink rosy cheeks. Really rosy. And my mouth would be painted on red like a bow. I’d have a flower on my chest - a rose - and two small little hands by my side. And then I could be unwrapped, two, three, four times until I was small. Really small.”

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"It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine."

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via observando)