I don’t want to read what I have to say, I know what you hear, I see what you feel.
What expeditions we might make!
What landmarks we might name after ourselves!
What miniature countries we might discover,
or dream of discovering!
But now the clouds are closing again,
like curtains on an old, often rehearsed play.
El sonido de tu voz
Tristeza, la luz del sol
Calma nuestra alma
I feel your shift now
no roads to keep you with me
if only I had known
Here it is, time is submerged
you wait for me through it all,
a tomb, white as snow
Henri Cartier-Bresson Simone de Beauvoir, Paris 1946
"In a portrait, I’m looking for the silence in somebody." Henri Cartier-Bresson
When we find silence, we can explore our similarities
So about 14 of us went out last night to this bar called Jobs; there were 9 exchange students and 5 Argentine students. Jobs is a bar that has 3 floors, each with one bar and rows of pool tables, ping pong tables, Foosball tables, dart boards, shelves upon shelves of boardgames, a big wheel that…
I’m glad you know yourself well enough to be good to yourself. It takes most people years to figure that out…