The Puppy Pacc Emporium of Ideas

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other’s weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. ‘Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, Are in that word – Farewell! – Farewell! These l...

Tú eras el huracán y yo la alta torre que desafía su poder: ¡tenías que estrellarte o abatirme!… ¡No pudo ser! Tú eras el Océano y yo la enhiesta roca que firme aguarda su vaivén ¡tenías que romperte o que arrancarme!… ¡No pudo ser! hermosa tú, yo altivo; acostumbrados uno a arrollar, el otro a no ...

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Title: On His Blindness Author: Jorge Luis Borges In the fullness of the years, like it or not, a luminous mist surrounds me, unvarying, that breaks things down into a single thing, colourless, formless. Almost into thought. The elemental, vast night and the day teeming with people have become the f...

Computer is making strange electrical buzzing sounds. What could it be? Is it over?
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When we have done all the work we were sent to do, we are allowed to shed our bodies, which imprisons our soul like a cocoon encloses the butterfly and when the time is right we can let go of it. Then we will be free of pain, free of fears and free of worries-- free as a beautiful butterfly returnin...

Of all the little life that is left to me I’d give with pleasure the best years, to know what to others you’ve told about me. And this mortal life, and from the eternal one whatever gets to me, if anything gets to me, to know what in solitude you have thought about me Rhyme LI The dark swallows will...

You say you have a heart, and only
you say it because you feel its heartbeat.
That is not heart ...; it's a machine,
that, to the beat that moves, makes noise.

Author: Gustavo Adolfo Becquer