*Suspiro*
ANNE FRANK HOUSE. Amsterdam, Netherlands
Debo ir antes de morir. No sé cómo ni cuándo pero sé que iré antes de estirar la pata…
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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| — | Marcel Proust (via colourthysoul) |
The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.
I can’t handle this right now
He visto cosas imbéciles y esto…
Live at Nulle Part Ailleurs September 8th 1995
“…this is for all the people who know that the only good place for a nuclear bomb is in the garbage, dismantled…this is for Leonard, wherever you are…and this is for Nina Simone…”
The world really needs this. Jeff, the world really needs you….
Su discurso es tan naif pero es super poderoso. “Cela m’a rendu triste” fue como escuchar a un niñito. Me he vuelto a enamorar de Jeff Buckley (es como la milésima vez en mi vida)
Jeff Buckley’s vocals at the end of Grace. There’s something very pure and primitive about the way he sings those notes, kind of like he’s taken over by something ‘deep inside’ without sounding cheesy…
Se me pone la piel de gallina. Esos flying Buckleys son de otro mundo. Por qué tenías que meterte al río…
Daydreaming. I daydream too much. I’m not the greatest songwriter, yet I daydream thinking about great songwriters. I was brought up with all these different influences- Nina Simone, Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn, Patti Smith, people who showed me music should be free, should be penetrating, should carry you.
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| — | Jeff Buckley (via sevenholypathstohell) |
