dialogue with a muse
Inspired by the title of a song by Mon Laferte
#allegoric #confessional #controversial #good-intended #inspiring
To all those pretty houses Those mighty loudspeakers, Electrostatic, hybrids, B&W, JB… I miss you guys, oh mys... Although you, Sonus Faber, are th…
Hoje ontem, na próxima semana Sim, absolutamente, se dana, Se deita na cama do gato sem o dev… People are strange Any door has know that for long
Beyond some pain and distress Lies a world of unending sorrow So profound, So inlaid, it comes with music. One never gets accustomed
I chose to say it in this foreign… That feels like a hearth to me, a… There is a story before a happenin… Of lost territories, recovered by… By Claymore swift cuts, by Moore…
Reading about the Bloomsbury grou… Considering the great admiration… Sensing some kind of liaison to K… Their meetings, other participants… The Four Quartets repeatedly hear…
The pariah’s chant should be regre… The outcast song should be lament… The persecuted should have the voi… And yet, hummingbirds have no voic… Those hearts beats drumming like…
Write when sad or angry, say, if y… After falling back to listen to D… I confess a choice of empathy abou… At this age, a voice from the fift… As a naturally promiscuous but fai…
Sexuality is a spectrum you can ar… But, unfortunately, you cannot des… Subpoena of being a used of a thou… NYC performing arts library so co… All that art we need, they don’t w…
Grandma, I just want some more pi… Grandma, we never gonna say goodby… You never gonna die, I’ll study a… And find a seed of you to plant an… And we’ll eat brownies as the wint…
Tea is warmness made by folks to p… But no leafs stand in my hot water Only the transparency of invisible… Stares back at me receiving no rep… No tea has been kept in the worn k…
Who likes a phone call during oral… Who stands in silence knowing it i… Has any rage or hate in so born pr… Poisoned the soul, destroyed the b… Still I will not be an ordinary n…
I’d like to see the birds in the g… After waking early or late, real o… When birdies were all over right o… And yet hummingbirds had their dri… Garden of another, erased from my…
Eu tinha decidido não morar com ela, embora adorasse a menina Tal nostalgia, a alcoolémia, ainda se o peito aperta 17 anos passados Dançamos até a temperana tarde se tornar alvorada húm...
I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…
Some days must be dready of obscur… Some days must be far from securit… When you walk the path of war, som… So far your chest arbors a beating… So far your legs support your puls…