Witness to the Lillipution is like our blog with less words and more photos, poetry, or music.
There’s a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere, toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. I don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake. Like Cain, I behold this chain of events that I must break.
— http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n39emlTMo8U
You put a gun in my hand… and you hide from my eyes… and you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly.
— Bob Dylan, Masters of War
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, you rise up and say goodbye to no one… keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
— Bob Dylan, Jokerman
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims, into your eyes where the moonlight swims
— Bob Dylan, from Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
Never too early…
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
— James Joyce
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
… … …
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
