Any of these doors might open you to safety, but there may not be time…
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
Fences went up, and the gaucho became less free. It is our national tragedy. We are obsessed with building labyrinths, where before there was open plain and sky. To draw ever more complex patterns on the blank sheet. We cannot abide that openness: it is terror to us. Look at Borges. Look at the suburbs of Buenos Aires.
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
his tribe believed long ago that each sunset is a battle.
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
"The light came from above and below at the same time, so that everyone had two shadows: Cain's and Abel's, Gerhardt told us. It was at the height of his symbolist period. Later on he began to use more natural light, to shoot more on location."
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
that's bleak and bruise-purple as Peenemunde sunsets in the chill slow firing-weather…
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
Dancing the bad dream a-way…
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uitvorig jaar
"I'm here to help you see clearly. If you have doubts, we should air them, honestly, man to man. No reprisals. Hell, don't you think I've had doubts? Even Stalin's had them. We all have."
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uitvorig jaar
On certain days the wind brings aspirin-dust from the Bayer factory.
Zhenya Chaikaciteerde uitvorig jaar
The people inhale it, and grow more tranquil.
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