Happy Valentine's Day Nostr 💜

In order to develop my characters and in an effort to better understand male psychology, I decided to read Walter Tevis. Now I'm reading The Steps of the Sun. You have no idea how much I'm laughing. The main character is a brash billionaire with a rocket. Any resemblance to any real-life person is purely coincidental… 😂 The book was published in 1983. #SciFi

Walking in Summer rain! 🫠 #ProofOfRain

🎶 Coney Island baby

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Lou Reed - Coney Island Baby

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🎶 Walk on the wild side

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Lou Reed - Walk On the Wild Side

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🎶 Sweet Jane #MyTheVelvetUndergroundWeek

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The Velvet Underground - Sweet Jane (Full Length Version) [2015 Remaster]

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Good morning 🌞💜🫂 Happy Friday ✨

Goodnight ✨💜🫂 So tired 😴 Have a lovely night / morning 💫

🎶 Some kinda love #MyTheVelvetUndergroundWeek

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The Velvet Underground - Some Kinda Love

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Soneto XVII No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio… No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio 
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: 
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, 
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. 

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva 
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, 
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo 
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. 

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, 
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: 
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, 

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, 
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, 
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño. Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz… I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. — Pablo Neruda #Poetry #America