to be saved

My body aches with guilt and fear

my mind cannot stand one more gram of hate

or discord

silence is my drug

I only had to believe that you are praying for me

to be saved

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photos: Eugene Vardanyan

I Love Ice (Land)

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the beginning of life was fire and ice, with the existence of only two worlds: Muspelheim and Niflheim. When the warm air of Muspelheim hit the cold ice of Niflheim, the jötunn Ymir and the icy cow Audhumla were created.

When the gods felt strong enough they killed Ymir. His blood flooded the world and drowned all of the jötunn, except two.

Then the gods created seven more worlds using Ymir's flesh for dirt, his blood for the Oceans, rivers and lakes, his bones for stone, his brain as the clouds, his skull for the heaven. Sparks from Muspelheim flew up and became stars.

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Photos: 0.0 in Iceland

Text: non identified author

Into the Wild Iceland

Entre a catarse e a sublimação

se adorna Atena

e eterniza a civilização

é como se

o espaço para cada uma das letras
de cada uma das palavras
tivesse de ser preparado
em sangue lento


o empurrar de um mundo a cada golpe das pontas de fogo









mil anos de cultura sucumbiram na muralha de um simples tormento



séculos de exploração de um labirinto de símbolos
esfumaram-se em frente ao rosto Real











e são as mesmas enormes palavras e quase-imagens, que não me atrevo a formar,
desde o início,
apontando o caminho,
suportando os passos hesitantes,
inspirando a força dos passos decididos,
e agora, anunciando o fim.

um final início















It is as if
the temporal space for every letter of each single word had to be prepared in slow blood





waiting for the turning of a world for each fleeting moment of awakening



















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What Fassbinder film is it?

The one-armed Man walks into a flower shop and says: What flower expresses Days go by And they just keep going by endlessly Pulling you Into the future. Days go by Endlessly Endlessly pulling you Into the future. And the florist says: White Lily.

Houve uma altura em que acreditava que os lírios brancos tinham um significado

e os cantares dos pássaros de madrugada

acreditava que a euforia do odor a mar tinha um significado divino.

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I love what I do. But I hate what it's doing to me (2)

Did I enter a Dark place, or did a Dark place found a door through me

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I fear my self for being so not me

I Love what you do to me darling, but I fear us.

I want you not to want me anymore.

remember for ever what we could never have been.

I do love what I do. But I hate what it's doing to me.
I fear so much what we can do to our selves.

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground
































The passion of lovers is for death said she




































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Photos: Carlos Quandt
Text:Daniel Ash; David Jay Haskins; Kevin Haskins; Peter Murphy

S.S.S.

subordination to a rule and renunciation of acting on immediate impulse are the means to maximum pleasure.

Subjection to rule and renunciation of spontaneous impulsive action constitute the path to maximum pleasure in play

"Thus, the essential attribute of play is a rule has become an affect,
a concept that has turned into a passion”












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S.S.S.: Semana Santa Sevilla

Text: Lev Vygotsky