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Poema “Los amantes” en voz de Julio Cortázar


Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.


— Some things are better left unsaid. - poppyflowerpoetry (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"I was so high and you tasted like warm coffee with three sugars and lots of milk and really, i think i love you"

— Someone just texted me this - coconut-cola (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"Who gives a shit if you don’t finish college. Who gives a shit if you marry young. Who gives a shit if you say ‘fuck the world’ and go against everything your parents want. Do what makes YOU happy. And don’t you dare give a shit about what anybody else thinks."

—  cr-est (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation."

— Monica Drake - Clown Girl  (via perfect)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese, via perfect)

"i dont wanna be your baby,
i want to be your heroin
your bad habits
the reason that you sweat,
fiend for the way my lips feel
pressed against your hip bone
as if its the only thing that
will get you through the night,
the reason your screaming,
fetal position on the bedroom
i want to be the reason your
hands shake when you run out
of the taste in between my thighs,
i want you to leave with traces
of me tucked underneath your
i want you to hurt the way i did,
heart pounding and arms bleeding"

there is no poetic way to say “i want to break your heart”  | fragilefuck  (via perfect)

(Source: sadfrick, via perfect)

"Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober."

laurenrosenicole (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"Para no sufrir habría que olvidarse del cuerpo; y el hombre se olvida del cuerpo cuando su espíritu vive intensamente, cuando su sensibilidad, trabajando fuertemente, hace que vea en su cuerpo la verdad inferior que puede servir a la verdad superior."

— "Los lanzallamas", Roberto Arlt. (via historiasdealguien)

(via hauciartz)


“Entre lo que deseamos vivir y el intrascendente ajetreo en que sucede la mayor parte de la vida, se abre una cuña en el alma que separa al hombre de la felicidad como al exiliado de su tierra.”

Ernesto Sabato, La resistencia.

(via hauciartz)