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Xardín das pedras que falan, Santiago de Compostela

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The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

...

La niebla llega

con pisadas de gato.

Se sienta

sobre sus ancas

silenciosas

para observar

el puerto y la ciudad.

Luego se marcha.

"...

There is not room for Death

Nor atom that his might could render void

Since thou art Being and Breath

And what thou art may never be destroyed."

Emily Brönte

"What Matters Most

is How Well

You Walk Through

the Fire"

Charles Bukowski

"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way."

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El Club de los Indignados te añora

"I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself."