Flower power.
Certainly enchanting — pretending to practise the sweetness of doing nothing while doing everything you can. Discreetly.
Wise words once said: 'everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.'
La drague, le pécho, pick up, hit on…
The list is long for calling a shovel a spade.
'The delicious titillation between an immovable object and an unstoppable force.'
Does the stone roll downstream, or does the river change its course?
One face is named love. The other is named war. The name of the coin is passion — and when you stop looking at which face you're holding, you've left the outcome to chance. We don't think of ourselves as people who wage war. Warmongers
A critique. No. I haven't read Hegel. And I know what you're thinking if you have- tugh, she hasn't even read Hegel. (Told you) I've not read Hegel because it's not that his ideas lack value, but because the way
A true salmon is immortal till the day it dies. Born to a fresh-water river, it grows then is washed downstream till it hits the ocean. Saltwater infiltrates every cell, burning the fish, reshaping it from within. It then spends years in vast waters, learning everything there is to know
-Mother My mother has an almost cellular connection to Andalusia. On top of having great taste, she's always drawn to late moorish art and architecture. This woman has been quietly, and often loudly, by my side through thick and thin- Regardless of the ease of our relationship status.