~ we known they won’t win ~
May 6, 2013
There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you’ll never see the end of the road
While you’re traveling with me
Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won’t win
Now I’m towing my car, there’s a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there’s no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page
Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won’t win
Now I’m walking again to the beat of a drum
And I’m counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only the shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief
Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won’t win
Don’t let them win
Hey now, hey now
Hey now
Hey now, hey now
Don’t let them win
Hey now, hey now
Don’t let them win
Hey now, hey now
Photographs by Ricky Flores
Lyrics from Don’t Dream It’s Over by Crowded House
take care of the luxuries
April 30, 2012
three sugars please ~
April 30, 2012
be with those that help your being
April 28, 2012
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.
—Rumi
i sit quietly like the earth
April 27, 2012
the space between us
April 25, 2012
the secret jewel
April 25, 2012
only great minds can afford a simple style
April 25, 2012
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.
Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.
Photographs by Roberto Badin
Quotes by Stendhal







































