Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.

—Pablo Neruda (via observando)

Listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

—e.e. cummings (via observando)

Presence in Absence

Absence, hear thou my protestation 
Against thy strength, 
Distance, and length; 
Do what thou canst for alteration: 
For hearts of truest mettle 
Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. 

Who loves a mistress of such quality, 
His mind hath found 
Affection`s ground 
Beyond time, place, and all mortality. 
To hearts that cannot vary 
Absence is present, Time doth tarry. 

My senses want their outward motion 
Which now within 
Reason doth win, 
Redoubled by her secret notion: 
Like rich men that take pleasure 
In hiding more than handling treasure. 

By absence this good means I gain, 
That I can catch her, 
Where none can watch her, 
In some close corner of my brain: 
There I embrace and kiss her; 
And so enjoy her and none miss her. 

~John Donne

Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.

—Vladimir Nabokov (via observando)

A great book is a homing device
For navigating paradise.

A good book somehow makes you care
About the comfort of a chair.

A bad book owes to many trees
A forest of apologies.

—J. Patrick Lewis (via observando)


Here’s a bird’s eye view of the World Cup (nations), brought to you just a couple hours before the first game between Brazil and Croatia. All these images come from NASA — you can learn a lot more about the images and see them in beautiful high resolution here.

(via npr)

And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor far from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am happy with it.

—Earnest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

It’s such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean, how do you know what you’re going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don’t. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it’s a stupid question.

—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via observando)

The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde

The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde

(Source: meiringens, via npr)

Seville, Spain

Seville, Spain