moon in blue

«For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness that which I conceived it.
There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts and to which as yet
I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul,
Alas how rarely, only at epochs
Of most intense tranquillity
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection.
And those mere points of time
When the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream»

(«Tales of Mystery and Imagination» Edgar Allan Poe)

TEMPUS FUGIT (and "the blur in the brain")

solitude standing

Pues que esta mañana estaba viendo mis vinilos (algunos los estoy digitalizando) y, de mis veinte, me viene este recuerdo y este tema y esta letra de Suzanne Vega. Una ligera concesión a la nostalgia…y me voy corriendo a mis deberes.


If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

Words are too solid…