Gracias a la gente que nos devuelve a ver memorias nuestras de antes. Aveces perdemos la perspectiva de lo que escribiamos antes. ♡♡♡
When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. So poetry becomes a philosophy to guide a man throughout his life…. [With poetry, one] is capable of going beyond the limitations of coherent logic, and conveying the deep complexity and truth of the impalpable connections and hidden phenomena of life.
― Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time, translated by Kitty Hunter-Blair (1987)
Why do we always choose the opposite of what we want? I think, because we don’t want to be dependent. When two people love each other, they don’t love in the same way. One of them is strong, the other is weaker. And the weaker is always the one who loves without reckoning, without reservation. It feels now as if I’ve awakened from some kind of dream after some other kind of life. For some reason, I always offered resistance. I fought againist something. I defended myself, just as though I’d had someone else inside me saying: don’t give into anything, don’t go along with anything or you’ll die.
― The Sacrifice, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1986. (via heartvoyage)