Through the Looking Glass . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. #aliceinwonderland #literature #photography
Look at that little white dot. That's us. Everyone you love. Everyone you hate. God, Buddha, Krishna, Isis. Ideologies, economics, heroes, cowards, Kings and peasants. Our imagined self-importance. Paraphrasing Carl Sagan. 📷 Pale Blue Dot, by Voyager 1 #carlsagan #voyage #voyager #universe #space
Las curvas de la montaña rusa La semicorchea y hasta la semifusa El té, los ordenadores y los espejos Los lentes para ver de cerca y de lejos La cucha del perro, la mantequilla La yerba, el mate y la bombilla Estás conmigo Estamos cantando a la sombra de nuestra parra Una canción que dice que uno sólo conserva lo que no amarra Y sin tenerte, te tengo a vos y tengo a mi guitarra 🎸...
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