Now I Would Just Post A Picture Of A Grey Square Here, Which Means Nothing. A Grey Square, Like The One

Now I would just post a picture of a grey square here, which means nothing. A grey square, like the one the TV displays when it is turned off. That's all that's left of me, a grey square. I could post a white one too, because it potentially contains everything: the angels, the poems, Eternity, beauty, the beginning, innocence, mirrors, poplars, shadows, the sea, the big and deep beds, or those old and beautiful clothes seen in Velázquez's paintings. I see myself in those paintings. But the grey square is empty, it contains nothing, and in that, I see myself as well. Like when something covers the Sun, and thereby its opposite is revealed.

In the picture: Velázquez: Infanta Margarita

i ♡ mini skirts

When I was a kid, there was a comic book where the main character would put his knife on a little rock, spin it around, and go where it pointed. There's a Hungarian rock song that has the lyrics, "And when I kicked a stone, which way it rolled, I kept going." Now I'm going to twist that knife and kick that rock. I'll go whichever way the wind blows. I'm going to climb the rainbow and touch the sky. I won't say goodbye, because I was never here. I'm spinning on the edge of the world with my arms outstretched, to where the Polaris is. Face that way, always face the Polaris if you want to find me. They say all things must pass But don't believe it, because what's fleeting is not true.

Your very beautiful. I wish I was younger.xx

Thank you!

bonjour a vous on peut discute ensemble si vous parler francais

Sorry I only speak English.

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