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S C E N T | H E R

“To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.” ― Dejan Stojanovic

M A G I C

“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” ― Pablo Neruda

Canta y No Llores

“I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.” ― Frida Kahlo

Underheard

“I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.” ― Jodi Picoult

Cumulus or Upper House

"There are many places my mind has traveled, but time spent amidst the clouds has been the least hazy." — Jeri Nicoli

Cerebral Ungluing

"We are rare coins, and the value of life is stamped across our every step" ~ Laura Lynn Vala

Steady Hold

“Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other until that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I would go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.” ~ Arthur Conan Doyle