A Massive Flower Splays Across Six Surfaces In A New Mural By Artist Mona Caron

Sycamore pod bracelet by Bent Gabrielsen for Georg Jensen, c. 1965

Solid silver (Gråsilver, £2,800)

This isn’t flying. This is falling with style. Toy Story (1995) Dir. John Lasseter

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I love you

I love you in spite of me, without effort or wings, safe from the shipwreck that lies in wait for me.

I love you in the free hollow of my hands, without even touching you, without remembering your skin, without waiting for it.

I love you in the vertigo of the motionless bird, naked on the threshold of our eternity, a home inhabited by the single heartbeat.

I love you to feel life in all directions … They all lead to you, all are born from you, I am a traveler by your nature.

I love you empty: the night is my soul loving you; my breath is the light in your pupils.

I love you by grace of the lord of time, for the gift that appreciates your image in the world, for the space where I am with you.

I love you without purpose: the weather carved my nameless surrender.

I love you to toast your existence, before the death in which we will wake up.

                                - Ousía-poética (cc)

Te amo

Te amo a pesar de mí, sin esfuerzo ni alas, a salvo del naufragio que me acecha.

Te amo en el hueco libre de mis manos, sin rozarte siquiera, sin recordar tu piel, sin esperarla.

Te amo en el vértigo del ave inmóvil, desnudo en el umbral de nuestra eternidad, un hogar habitado por el solo latido.

Te amo para sentir la vida en todas direcciones… Todas llevan a ti, todas nacen de ti, viajero soy por tu naturaleza.

Te amo vacío: la noche es mi alma amándote; es mi aliento la luz en tus pupilas.

Te amo por gracia del señor del tiempo, por el don que agradece tu imagen en el mundo, por el espacio donde soy contigo.

Te amo sin propósito: la intemperie talló mi rendición sin nombre.

Te amo para brindar por tu existencia, ante la muerte en que despertaremos.