Es como si alguien te regalara uno de esos puzles con piezas de un cuadro de Madrid, de la foto de unos ponys o de las cataratas del Niágara; y se supone que ha de encajar, pero no.
Sometimes I’m a hypocrite. And it’s usually after I say something critical about a certain thing. It’s like, subconsciously, I feel the need to experience it for myself. I don’t know.
“Beyond the beauty of external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present.”
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