Disguised Feelings

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Your mind will be like its habitual thoughts; for the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

Fernando Pessoa

Alone in the night

On a dark hill

With pines around me

Spicy and still

Pablo Neruda

Albert Camus

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't ever see them fading.

Better by far you should forget and smile. Than that you should remember and be sad.