cuadernos tibetanos

make sure you don't miss me the day is brief

naked sun on a Red Sofa rain in the mountain

shadows and other abstract objects that is to say, we´re contingent beings words intercepted by gravity so, in the post-Medieval sense of metaphysics, please consider me as just a moon-beholder

there is no such thing as nominalism it´s mere flatus vocis Daisies (also known as Flowers and Figure, Arab Pot) Henri Matisse 1939 

there are tears of which it is true that there are no such tears lobbygrl : “Tears” by Man Ray 1933-1934

purely rhythmic and harmonic words can express all sort of human moods at least, I think so

the effort to translate time from one mind to another, to render the original duration in a mind not its own, involves metaphors

one game in the intellect will be related to many webs my fixed purpose is loud enough to wake the dead