If I Had A Flower For Every Time I Thought Of You

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Pablo Neruda
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As You Like It

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.”
-Marquis de Sade
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Vida Nueva

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Echoes

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
― Allen Ginsberg

Blog 11-27-16

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