S: It's All Happening.
BC: Bird by Bird.
7: “We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”
11: And I said, "Compared to What?"
13: "I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you."
16: Brent Dixon 110 Green Street Apt. B101 Brooklyn, NY 11222
17: Sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
22: "Don't lose your grip on Love and Loyalty. Tie them around your neck; carve their initials on your heart....Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure everything out on your own. Dear friend, guard Clear Thinking and Common Sense with your life; don't for a minute lose sight of them. They'll keep your soul alive and well, they'll keep you fit and attractive. You'll travel safely, you'll neither tire nor trip. You'll take afternoon naps without worry, you'll enjoy a good night's sleep." Proverbs 3
24: The lord is good to me.
25: No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan eñ fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. | Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera.
26: K + B
27: There was once a magic bridge, which was tucked away in a lush oasis, which was tucked away in a barren desert, which was tucked away in a vast and perilous continent. Each year, hundreds, would brave travel across the desert to find the oasis and forget themselves and the perils of outside the oasis. The oasis was peppered with bright lights, beautiful music, laughter and games. The lights were so bright, the music so beautiful, the laughter so loud and the games so diverting that no one realized that the bridge, stretching quietly across the oasis, was magic at all. Not even for a second. But one day a boy who'd lost his way found himself on the bridge. For years, across the continent, he'd gone from this door to the next, knocking. When each door opened, he'd ask, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if this was home?" More often than not, without warning, the door would shut with a BANG.! "I guess not. I wonder if I will ever find my home." One day the boy happened to be crossing the bridge (the magic bridge!). Surrounded by the lights, the sounds, the laughs of a thousand strangers, he appreciated the joy around him but thought, "I'll never find home here." The magic bridge heard him, and said, "I'll see about that!" All of a sudden, as if from thin air, the most beautiful girl appeared in front of him. Even above the surrounding noise and above his great surprise, the boy could hear their hearts beat, their lungs fill, their eyes flash, interlocked, all wearing in unison. And they laughed and laughed. And he looked, and she looked around, and they both said together. “Hooray. We're home.!” And they traveled North, and they were home. And they traveled South, and they were home. And they traveled East, and they were home. And they traveled West, and they were home. “Thank you, God, for showing us the way home,”they whispered each night, as they fell asleep.