Thomas Moore before and after he was forced to attend the Regina Indian Residential School in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1874. His hair was cut, his clothes were changed and he was forbidden from speaking his native language. Thomas was stripped of his indigenous identity along with thousands of other children stolen from reservations and forced to attend these schools.
“Michelangelo did tell a lie. See, it took 500 years for someone to notice something hidden in plain sight. It was a doctor who noticed the shape of the human brain. The message being that… The divine gift does not come from a higher power… But from our own minds.”
Crow Bone Hex
“A pentagram of nightshade berries, deadly as the vipers sting. ~The Visions they will conjure bring the spirits from the dark,
A saucer full of milk as pure as the moon, an unseelie offering. ~That tempts the greed of kindly ones so that they soon embark.
A dish of black ink, the abyss in night’s mournful eye, ~That seers call to wonder in the depths of wight’s fateful cry,
A length of twine to describe a circle for spirits to reside. ~That sigil traced to seal the pact of malefic alibi.
Six corvus bones set like a compass, to the four quarters called . ~The victim named, the spirit bound, the offering received at large,
Three black steel pins to bind it, ‘do your bidding after all. ~The spirit departs to deliver it’s venēficia to the stated charge.”
A raven’s feather to sign it, a pact of harm as sure as night. The witches blood to seal the deed that burns as pure as light.
"Me gusta estar contigo porque nunca me aburro. Incluso cuando no estamos hablando, o nos estamos tocando,o no estamos en la misma habitación, no me aburro. Nunca me aburro. Creo que es porque tengo confianza en ti, en tus pensamientos. ¿Entiendes? Amo todo lo que veo en ti y todo lo que no veo. Conozco tus fallas, y resulta que siento que tus fallas van bien con mis cualidades. No tenemos miedo de las mismas cosas. Nuestros demonios internos combinan. Tú vales más de lo que se ve."
— Anna Gavalda
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Esgrima
The Bicameral Mind - \W/estworld Season 1
Las transmisiones de cuarentena 🌹
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https://youtu.be/2RDZDJW6VmA
https://youtu.be/bYj4Vg9moXQ
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“Es querer y no encontrar el cuerpo; es llorar y no saber por quién se llora; es suspirar por alguien que uno sabe que no se merece los suspiros. Es una herida abierta que mana sin parar un hilito de sangre, y no hay nadie, nadie en el mundo, que traiga los algodones, las vendas o el precioso terrón de nieve.”
— Doña Rosita la soltera o el lenguaje de las flores, Federico García Lorca.