perfectly able to hold my own hand, but I still can't kiss my own neck

City Whispers

by Ray K. Metzker

How strange talking is

what mists rise and fall -- how one loses the other and then thinks to have found the other -- then down comes another soft final curtain. . . . But it is incredible -- don't you feel -- how mysterious and isolated we each of us are -- at the last. I suppose one ought to make this discovery once and for all, but I seem to be always making it again.

Katherine Mansfield, numa carta datada de 1921 (via)

You Don't Own Me

aproveitando a deixa.

I shall say it again.

          You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
     You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
     You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
     You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
     You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.

You say I am repeating (from The Four Quartets) by T. S. Eliot

they'll try to steal that flame from in your eyes

candy
please don't let them in your heart
because they'll try to put out every fire you start

candy
you can light the match again
and as they try to run and hide
we'll burn down everything in sight

oh, candy
your touch is like a veil over my eyes
and when we're driving in your car
i could be anyone tonight

oh, candy
please don't let them in your heart
because they'll try to steal that flame from in your eyes

oh, candy
oh, candy


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