She was a poem but he couldn't read

Inspired by Juan Díaz Rengifo (1553–1615). He was a Spanish poet and, above all, a poetic theorist of the Siglo de Oro.

Angel tears

The only downside to loneliness is the lack of company.

When nobody wakes you up in the morning, and nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it?

Freedom?

or loneliness?

Charles Bukowski

'Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear.
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I've got nothing to fear

(Santana - Put your lights on)

Abstract

City light

The city can become beautiful, cloaked in darkness. Colours shimmer as reflections on rain-soaked streets. People, each on their own journey, pass by— Perhaps to a party where good friends are waiting, or to a dinner with a beloved. Someone may simply be heading home to solitude, while another knows only solitude, and has no home. Everything dwells in the city’s shadows and coloured light— The city’s sensuality, its anxiety.

And here we walk, wherever we are heading.

Fragility

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The beautiful history

National museum, Stockholm, Sweden

Concinnity

Black and gray portrait

Pure beauty and August Strindberg

Carl Eldh (1873-1954) sculptors

Labyrinth

Sometime must our words and feelings pass through a labyrinth full of thorn bushes, so easy to get lost in, bleeding and crying. It is as if we have entered an eternal purgatory, to feel and see that our finest emotion creates torment in each other. It’s as though we haven’t understood that the labyrinth’s purpose is to bring balance and calm, not to confuse those who seek its centre.