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Draba

Within a few weeks now Draba, the smallest flower that blows, will sprinkle every sandy place with small blooms...
Draba asks, and gets, but scant allowance of warmth and comfort; it subsists on the leavings of unwanted time and space. Botany books give it two or three lines, but never a plate or portrait. Sand too poor and sun too weak for bigger, better blooms are good enough for Draba. After all it is no spring flower, but only a postscript to a hope.
Draba plucks no heart strings. Its perfume, if there is any, is lost in the gusty winds. Its color is plain white. Its leaves wear a sensible wooly coat. Nothing eats it; it is too small. No poets sing of it. Some botanist once gave it a Latin name, and then forgot it. Altogether it is of no importance- just a small creature that does a small job quickly and well.

Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac



"Por una mirada, un mundo;
por una sonrisa, un cielo;
por un beso... ¡yo no sé
qué te diera por un beso!
Becquer

 



...

In the midst of
winter, I finally
learned that there
was in me an
invincible summer.


-Albert Camus

...




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The Revolt of the Cockroach People
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I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight short-sighted narrow-minded hypocrites.
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now.

Imagine (Tommy Sheridan and Alan McCombes)









Don't flounder in the preambles of the past
Wounded with regrets; don't let autumnal
Nostalgia blind you to the sounds and scents
Of the present's Spring; you're a native of
The pellucid moment, make it infinite beyond
The curving snake of passing time and space.
Learn to die in the infinitely elusive moment.

-Ruba'iyat











fail.
try again.
fail better

-Samuel Beckett