"I had a dream of return. Multicoloured. Joyous. I was able to fly. And the trees were even higher than the childhood because they were growing during all the years since they had been cut down." ~Max Richter
My lovely teacher has cancer. I grew up in a family that many people has or had cancer. So, I know what she’s going through. In fact I may not really feel the pain, but I can understand it.
Whoever read this, please pray for her.
Jon Kortajarena for the Spring/Summer 2014 Collections for Esquire UK
One of the worst news ever:
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Today in Book News: The instantly recognizable man with the immaculate white moustache was a novelist, but he was also a journalist, a political agitator and a celebrity with a reach unlike any writer since Mark Twain. When Gabriel Garcia Marquez died Thursday at the age of 87, presidents, authors, actors and pop stars made public statements. Colombia, his native country, declared three days of mourning.
Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.