Caricamento in corso...

Cory Garcia

“Who am I? I'm a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live.”

“Who am I? I'm a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live.”
                –Rodolpho, in Puccini's La Bohème

Before Passion Becomes Philosophy

                                 Such Beauty
                            Such Fair Beauty
                That We Should Know In Them
                              And Call Them
                                      Ours…

The Rose, Symbol of Passion.
      The embodiment of life.
      Its scent enchanting... Its petals enticing...
      In each silky-smooth...  fragile fold...
      Images of past, present, and future
      Are suggestively rendered
      And ready to be found.

The Rose, Symbol of Philosophy
      The representation of opposites.
      A source of profound beauty
      And at the same time,
      If one fails to grasp it properly,
      A source of prolific pain
      And resonant regret.

This Blog is dedicated to the Passion of Life
      Before the Philosophy of tomorrow gives it
      Its meaning.
      The yearnings... the longings...
      The desirous aching found
      Within each unrestricted beat
      Of a man's heart.

This is my story and these are my songs
      Now and for all time

WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND OF MY MIND…

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