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09 Chess
Rosario Castellanos
Because we were friends and sometimes loved each other,
perhaps to add one more tie
to the many that already bound us,
we decided to play games of the mind.
We set up a board between us:
equally divided into pieces, values,
and possible moves.
We learned the rules, we swore to respect them,
and the match began.
We’ve been sitting here for centuries, meditating
ferociously
how to deal the one last blow that will finally
annihilate the other one forever. | 112 | 1 | Loading... |
10 Chess
Rosario Castellanos
Because we were friends and sometimes loved each other,
perhaps to add one more tie
to the many that already bound us,
we decided to play games of the mind.
We set up a board between us:
equally divided into pieces, values,
and possible moves.
We learned the rules, we swore to respect them,
and the match began.
We’ve been sitting here for centuries, meditating
ferociously
how to deal the one last blow that will finally
annihilate the other one forever. | 1 | 0 | Loading... |
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13 "Please, consider me a dream."
- Franz Kafka | 1 | 0 | Loading... |
14 Tv Series: Shogun | 127 | 0 | Loading... |
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17 لطفا اگر جایی در مشهد هم گل‌های قابل خشک‌شدن با رنگ‌های زیبا دیدید بهم بگید...محدوده‌ی جمع‌آوری کردنم فعلا فقط پارک‌های دوروبر خونه‌ی خودمون و دانشگاهه ولی باید بیشترش کنم تو این تایمی که هنوز گل‌ها شکوفه میدن. | 1 | 0 | Loading... |
18 کلکسیونی از گل‌های پژمورده و خشک‌شده‌ی یک آماتور | 145 | 4 | Loading... |
19 لب‌های فراموشی
ژاک شاردن
به رنج
عشق کم و بیش نزدیکی را که کشته‌ام
از یاد می‌برم
چهره‌ات در برودت نگاه ساعتها
گم میشود
و در شیارهای حرکات جاودانیت
رویاهای من
دیگر باره انحراف میگیرد
در شعاع چشم های من تنها تویی
که میان سایه های ساکن لحظه
چرخ میزنی
و با هر حرکت رنگ می بازی
و هر حرکت
موجی را که انعکاس دهنده ی تصویر توست
کدر میکند
زمان خطوطی را که رنگ زداینده‌ی توست
به هاله ای
و سلطه‌ی کفن شده ات را به افسانه‌یی مبدل میکند
کلمات خاطره انگیز را ناتمام می‌گذارد
ولب‌های فراموشی را مهر میکند. | 146 | 6 | Loading... |
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21 I'm a long shadow...
☁️Archive | 116 | 7 | Loading... |
22 Tv Series: Shogun | 127 | 0 | Loading... |
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24 I Have a Bird in Spring
Emily Dickinson
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing --
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears --
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown --
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Fast is a safer hand
Held in a truer Land
Are mine --
And though they now depart,
Tell I my doubting heart
They're thine.
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
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29 واقعیت همیشه طعمی از سنگدلی با خود دارد، حتی اگر تلاش غیر قابل انکاری در جهت آرمان مطلوب باشد.
جوان خام
داستایفسکی | 66 | 3 | Loading... |
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33 Diamonds and Rust - Joan Baez (Legendado PT-BR - clique em "CC") | 313 | 9 | Loading... |
Chess
Rosario Castellanos
Because we were friends and sometimes loved each other,
perhaps to add one more tie
to the many that already bound us,
we decided to play games of the mind.
We set up a board between us:
equally divided into pieces, values,
and possible moves.
We learned the rules, we swore to respect them,
and the match began.
We’ve been sitting here for centuries, meditating
ferociously
how to deal the one last blow that will finally
annihilate the other one forever.
Chess
Rosario Castellanos
Because we were friends and sometimes loved each other,
perhaps to add one more tie
to the many that already bound us,
we decided to play games of the mind.
We set up a board between us:
equally divided into pieces, values,
and possible moves.
We learned the rules, we swore to respect them,
and the match began.
We’ve been sitting here for centuries, meditating
ferociously
how to deal the one last blow that will finally
annihilate the other one forever.