Candelaria Carballo

La reina

Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe.

Alan Watts (via thecalminside)

Thank you for this!

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"Black Lace"

You buzzingly crawl into the
honey hearth of the deepest beat of her heart,
gently awakening a heated rhythm of joy: skipping and flipping
throughout the winter
cold traces left frozen over in her deepest orifices.

She is like a cautious stretching lily inching to be nearer to the
sun’s golden orbit of warmth.
You bring her to life for a moment yet your purpose is to sleep for all time.

Night becomes day faster than a hummingbird’s wing buzzes a beat when we are together:
Time has no meaning
or compartment.
At daybreak, those burning moments come to pass so quickly, like a flame that catches the flirting blow of wind in the dead of the night.

And she wants more, she desperately wants you to give her every heated second of your infinite paradise ignite.

Instead you extinguish, hastily blinking away,
when your eyes have
grown tired, overwhelmed with
admiring from a composed distance,
the gentle glowing blush of her flesh;
resisting the essence of freedom you feel from being absorbed in the presence of her timeless beauty,
There are other things more pressing, matters to tend to,
and perform.

And you don’t know, you never even know:
how an intense, sharp pain of hunger for the drizzling rain, actually
feels to this lily, beaten parched.
That charm and witty smile come
so naturally to you too- how on
earth could you be held
purposefully responsible for
creating a brick of waiting and
longing in the pit of her stomach, when
you go away?

Your high escape moves are swift as a cat: sleeping away the sunrise that licks her eyelids silver lined,
quietly sneaking away
before daylight breaks the bed and shakes her love drunk resting head.

So she trembles, from waking, once again.
She is a display for all of the art made, carries it in the
ghostly negatives too: posing positions shared in an
hourglass rush of fleeting time
gone to pass.
In her cold dehydrated solitude, she broods over a stabbing album of back flipping memories to browse:
created from touches of magic,
stored deeply in her skin,
captured in painstakingly unforgettable detail, like
black lace.

Copyright © 2014 Jennifer Ayala
All Rights Reserved

A train glances

You don’t want to admit that we share the same oxygen
trapped inside these subway box car
lungs, gasping, and, heaving for the fullest breath.
The sight of your 90 degrees Fahrenheit smile burns me up
I sweat hungry melodies and dashing colors for your grey-cold February
touch against this rattling A train door.

Copyright © 2014 Jennifer Ayala

All Rights Reserved

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(Source: xshaydx, via 10knotes)

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict or foresee everything that was going to happen, you’d lose the motivation to go through it all. The promise was always in the possibility.

Lauren Oliver, Panic (via observando)

Infinite possibilities


The Oru Kayak is an origami inspired boat that folds out of a compact case

Brilliant waters



(via observando)

At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.

Ian McEwan, Atonement (via observando)

Art truth



(Source: floralls, via mentecato)

You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.

Daniell Koepke (via refleckter)

Exactly enough

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