Goblets talk

One evening, wine sang out with all its soul:
"I send you, Man, dear disinherited,
From my glass prison with its scarlet seals,
A song of sunshine and of brotherhood!"
--Charles Baudelaire

words words words

La morte non è nel non poter comunicare ma nel non poter più essere compresi.
La muerte no es no poder comunicar, sino no poder ya ser comprendidos.
Death is not when you can not communicate, but when you can no longer be understood.
La mort n'est pas dans la non-communication mais dans le fait de ne plus pouvoir être compris.
Der Tod liegt nicht darin, sich nicht mitteilen zu können, sondern darin, nicht mehr verstanden zu werden.
A morte não está em não poder se comunicar, mas em não sermos compreendidos.

Pier Paolo Pasolini


it is really about communicating...we communicate with our souls, with our bodies and with our words....sometimes perfectly, sometimes haphazardly, always sincerely.......but i warn you....life with me will always be full of words....e magari........i hope that isn't too heavy for you.