you taste good... like a bad girl should

Happiness, Wallace suggests in a Kierkegaardian note... is the ability to pay attention, to live in the present moment, to find second-by-second joy + gratitude at the gift of being alive.

~ The Pale King – David Foster Wallace (The New York Times  Review)

beautiful | goldfrapp

Magic maker, wish me one wish
Hold me to your light and maybe

Oh what if I say
Why don't we play
I'll wear your star

I shiver, you shake it
To me I can't help it
Don't know, am I dreaming
Or have you, you haven't

Stop for awhile
Why don't we play
I'll wear your star

Oh, love make me
Oh, love tasted beautiful
Oh, love make me
Oh, love tasted critical

Turn me onto your star
Show me
One night, slowly
Aching, make me

Oh, what if I say
Why don't we play
I'll wear your star.

I'm goin right under
Your spell has taken over
I'm feelin, your passion
Oh there's no need for
The place where I'll wait

Why don't we play
I'll wear your star

Oh, love make me
Oh, love tasted beautiful
Oh, love make me
Oh, love tasted critical

♥

vivimos, morimos, amamos

 

Vivimos, morimos, amamos en un espacio cuadriculado, recortado, abigarrado, con zonas claras y zonas de sombra, diferencias de nivel, escalones, huecos, relieves, regiones duras y otras desmenuzables, penetrables, porosas; están las regiones de paso: las calles, los trenes, el metro; están las regiones abiertas de la parada provisoria: los cafés, los cines, las playas, los hoteles; y además están las regiones cerradas del reposo y del recogimiento.

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~ Michel Foucault, Tropologías (1966) 

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