Thank You Mark L Chaves!

Thank You Mark L Chaves!

Bookshop sessions with Pema Wangyel and Solly Baba.

Thank you Dipika

Have you ever strolled along the edges of the unspoken
where the words lie like dried leaves,
waiting for someone to walk upon them
so they be heard.

- Rince Wind 

Customer contribution! Thank you!

deaths-and-entrances:

naked—lunch:

William S. Burroughs

deaths-and-entrances:

naked—lunch:

William S. Burroughs

We all are born broken. We are broken stories, broken colors. We are given life to repair and heal ourselves. Along the journey of life we pick up the pieces - our pieces of stories to connect with our humanity and to complete our own being. At times a piece comes along as a poem, and at times in the form of a woman. We all contain and live in each other’s stories. A friend comes along with my blue. She contains my red. That’s why I am also you. It’s because of the brokenness that I write a poem. It’s also because of the brokenness that I fall in love.
Tashi Gyeltshen
Photo credit: Dipika Chhetri, Bhutan

Photo credit: Dipika Chhetri, Bhutan

controsensi:

Portrait (245):  Gabriel García Márquez, 1927 – 2014

controsensi:

Portrait (245):  Gabriel García Márquez, 1927 – 2014

(Source: loquefuimos, via the-library-and-step-on-it)

The Book of Love

Humbled…

Thank you Solly and Tenzin :)

What is more natural than that a solidity, a complicity, a bond should be established between Reader and Reader, thanks to the book? You can leave the bookshop content, you, a man who thought that the period where you could still expect something from life had ended. You are bearing with you two different expectations, and both promise days of pleasant hopes; the expectation contained in the book - of a reading experience you are impatient to resume - and the expectation contained in that telephone number - of hearing again the vibrations, a times treble and at times smoldering, of that voice, when it will answer your first phone call in a while, in fact tomorrow, with the fragile pretext of the book, to ask her if she likes it or not, to tell her how many pages you have read or not read, to suggest to her that you meet again…

- Italo Calvino; If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

Photo credit: Solly Baba