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I can’t write anything. Ghosts dance on the paper, Shadows smear their essence Over the white rows of he pages I can’t write. The terror of emptiness Neutralizes each and every sound, It eats away at every word. Let time fall silent. Let it drag along the thieves Who rob my hours; Let all echoes come to an end, The chorus that swipes my passion. They have been leaving, The rules and phonemes The clock that clutches the hours; Vague moments glow in memory.

Hi G***. This is the happy endings card. Warm, strong, and lasting relationships. Deep love, commitment and strong ties await you. This is the heart warming love you have been searching for all this time; it is within your reach now. This can also represent bonds with friends, children and family members. Stability, security and contentment are all associated with the Ten of Cups. Celebrate love and security and the bonds that tie us together. Perhaps you are being reminded of the importance of family. You may have been warmed by the actions of someone close to you or find comfort around those that you trust. We sometimes take family for granted, this card is about remembering what these people mean to us.

no puedo escribir más. en la página bailan fantasmas, sombras que dejan su esencia sobre los blancos renglones. no puedo escribir más. el terror del vacio neutraliza cada sonido, consume cada palabra. que calle el tiempo que se lleve consigo a los ladrones de mis horas, que cesen los ecos del coro que hurta mis emociones. se van con el tiempo los fonemas y las reglas las manos del reloj aprientan las horas y vagos momentos resplandecen en el recuerdo.

I've been counting letters and spaces there's an insurmountable distance between the sounds of words a space that turns and turns and brings me to a sound I sit here to watch the page the lines of symbols grows each letter build momentum with its sound and deep deep deep in my core there's a turbulence, a whirling force the moves me past the furthest point in the horizon and for a fleeting instant I can touch the stars.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. -- Dylan Thomas who says love-- the ever germinating seed, the ever blooming flower, that grows in springtime and blooms through darkest winters who says love-- the words the heal the heart the thought that transcends sounds the energy that binds Who says love-- beyond the arresting moment the flowing force the drags and pulls the clear, clear brook that quenches passion's thirsts & desires who says love-- the light that pools the soul, ignites the spirit's spark

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. C.G. Jung

To become what one is, one must not have the faintest notion of what one is... The whole surface of consciousness - for consciousness -is- a surface - must be kept clear of all great imperatives. Beware even of every great word, every great pose! So many dangers that the instinct comes too soon to "understand itself" --. Meanwhile, the organizing idea that is destined to rule keeps growing deep down - it begins to command, slowly it leads us back from side roads and wrong roads; it prepares single qualities and fitnesses that will one day prove to be indispensable as a means toward a whole - one by one, it trains all subservient capacities before giving any hint of the dominant task, "goal," "aim," or "meaning. Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo/The Antichrist