Tuesday, November 15, 2011

filled with teeth and lightening.



velvety goodness.

straps and packs.

endless braid.

pretty rad street style.

fall and fanny pack attack.


You stand upon the earth, filled
with teeth and lightening.
You spread the kisses and kill the ants.
You weep with wealth, with onion, with bee,
with burning abacus.
You are like a blue and green sword
and you ripple, when I touch you, like a river.

-from Pablo Neruda's "Ode With a Lament"


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