Shum`Shum

otrdiena, maijs 31, 2011

kā gribētos man māju,

senāk celtu.,

un lai tajā vēl būtu tas brīnums ~

kas vasarā glābj no karstuma,

bet ziemā silda...

Daugavas muzejs 28`05`11

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We write to heighten our own awareness of Life.
We write to lure and enchant and console others.
We write to serenade our lovers.
We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal.
We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it.
We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth.
We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely.

If You do not breathe through writing, if You do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

The dream has to be translated into reality.

p.s You cannot save people, you can only love them..

~ Anais Nin