Love is the rose’s fate,
melancholy as the soul within the body.
Surely, it will be abandoned,
never knowing its true master—
heedless, cursed, a vagabond.
The music intoxicates...
You are slowly dying,
All of us are.
Whatever you can leave to the world,
Leave it.
Scatter the kindness within you,
Spread it around.
Let nothing remain in your...
Dear ArtTmodernmiami readers...
Dear sensitive souls!
Here I am.
What a strange time we are living in. Events, events...the pace is making us dizzy. This month, we...
Your gaze was tiny,
your arms even smaller,
yet you held on tight.
I couldn’t let go—
"I don’t want to," you whispered.
"I love you so much."
But now,...