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Corazón verdadero

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Corazón Verdadero ESCRIBO ESTO PARA ACLAMAR LA BELLEZA Y EL TRABAJO EXCEPCIONAL DE LA REALIDAD. no todos los días los ojos se deslizan sobre una belleza tan maravillosa plagada de tanta superficialidad LA BOCA CANTA ALABANZA, LEE SALMOS Y GLORIFICA A LOS SERES CELESTIALES CON DESPREOCUPACIÓN Y HABITUALIDAD. el alma y la mente, y todo lo que controla se ve afectado por la mundanidad del mundo que crece en más inmoralidad * El hombre se ha acostado en la cama más suave hecha para reyes y también ha llorado sobre barro y heno con mulas, Pero nada se compara con el sentimiento de cortejo, ya sea en un bar, un baile, una biblioteca o en las aulas. Lo que venga después es irrelevante, ya sea el dolor o la compañía, nada se compara con lo que me vinculas. Todas las corridas fuera de casa, las notas secretas y las escapadas secretas, todos los regaños y azotes, para la sensación de mi corazón que estrangulas. * He pasado por un millón de mujeres PERO NINGUNA...

Thief of Joy

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Theodore Roosevelt,  a president known for his exuberant personality, range of interests and achievements, and is quoted as saying:  Comparison is the thief of joy .

The Belladonna of Sadness

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The Belladonna of Sadness Sally Wen Mao Audio Spring in Hell and everything’s blooming. I dreamt the worst was over but it wasn’t. Suppose my punishment was fields of lilies sharper than razors, cutting up fields of lies. Suppose my punishment was purity, mined and blanched. They shunned me only because I knew I was stunning. Then the white plague came, and their pleas were like a river. Summer was orgiastic healing, snails snaking around wrists. In heat, garbage festooned the sidewalks. Old men leered at bodies they couldn’t touch until they did. I shouldn’t have laughed but I laughed at their flesh dozing into their spines, their bones crunching like snow. Once I was swollen and snowblind with grief, left for dead at the castle door. Then I robbed the castle and kissed my captor, my sadness, learned she was not a villain. To wake up in this verdant field, to watch the lilies flay the lambs. To enter paradise, a woman drinks a vial of amnesia....