My Clockwork Oranges.

     “I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.”    ― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence    

Source: inquietarsi

Ray Barretto - Acid

Fall in NYC 1991 by Kurt Markus

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

De: «Las aventuras perdidas» – 1958

“I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget. I've got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat.”

is that all there is?

Malcolm Liepke, In His Lap 2017

Llegas, me hablas, me sonríes, me fascinas: cómo no comprender que tu rostro bastaba para enloquecer a la pequeña huérfana que fui —que soy, que seré— por tu culpa. Me hablas y te vas. Me hablas y te quedas en mí. —Alejandra Pizarnik. Diarios. 1962.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.