HIND💫

“Es inútil tratar de saber a dónde lleva el camino. Piensa sólo en el primer paso, lo demás vendrá.”

“Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me.”

“Tal vez sea injusto, pero a veces lo que sucede en unos días, incluso en un único día, puede cambiar el curso de una vida.”

“He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.”

I simply can't relax. My mind is like a brook, always running, always seeking, always murmuring.

“The smell of wilting flowers and the rustling of trees transport you far away, to the place that lies beyond matter, to your final address in some part of nothingness.”

“It’s autumn. We have the right to smell autumn’s fragrances and ask the night for a dream.”

“You do not know whether you live in autumn or whether it lives in you,”

“Do not regret a war that ripened you just as August ripens pomegranates …”

“Your presence is translucent, crystalline, I see gardens beyond it and am swept away to high wildernesses,”

“Did you smell the jasmine’s radiant blood and think of me then wait with me for a green-tailed bird that has no name?”

Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.

“Cuando estás contra un muro, echa raíces como un árbol, hasta que la claridad venga de fuentes más profundas para ver sobre ese muro y crecer.”

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

“No es posible despertar a la conciencia sin dolor. La gente es capaz de hacer cualquier cosa, por absurda que parezca, para evitar enfrentarse a su propia alma. Nadie se ilumina fantaseando figuras de luz, sino haciendo consciente su oscuridad.”

“Te escribiré horas y horas, aprenderé historias para contarte, inventaré nuevas palabras para decirte en todas: te quiero como a nadie.”