Waiting for a Miracle to Come

Waiting for a Miracle to Come

I do not understand why they keep talking of love when they are around me, when they look into my eyes and kiss my hand. … But when the red light is on, at the midnight’s hour, and everyone hears my song, the reason becomes clear to me: My lips they give so fiery a kiss, my limbs are supple and white. It is as if it were written in the stars: You shall kiss! You shall love! My feet glide and float, my eyes lure and glow, and I dance as if in a trance because I know: My lips give so fiery a kiss. Continue reading

A Solitary Man

A Solitary Man

It is terrible to see how a single unclear idea, a single formula without meaning, lurking in a young man’s head, will sometimes act like an obstruction of inert matter in an artery, hindering the nutrition of the brain, and condemning its victim to pine away in the fullness of his intellectual vigor and in the midst of intellectual plenty. ~ Charles Sanders Pearce Continue reading

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