SPREADING THE SHEETS ON THE BED, IN THE SHY MORNING SUNLIGHT, THE TASTE OF TURKISH COFFEE ON MY TONGUE, THE CONVERSATIONAL RHYTHM OF NEW MEXICANS and SPANIARDS SALTED BY YEARS OF CONFLICT AND CONQUEST SOUNDING MORE LIKE BIRDS. I TOOK A CORNER OF THE SHEET AND SWEPT OUT THE WRINKLES. MAKE LOVE ON SHEETS, MAKE BABIES, SLEEP.
EVERY ACT OF LIFE IS CAPABLE OF IMAGINATION AND EDUCATING US.
THERE MUST BE SOME REWARD FOR THOSE WHO MAKE A GREATER EFFORT
AT BEING AND BECOMING, ANAIS NIN DIARY
MY HEAD IS RICH WITH OBSERVATIONS, SCINTILLATIONS AND SENSORY STIMULATION
THE RICHNESS OF THE ATMOSPHERE IN UNTAMED GARDENS,PATHWAYS, TREES, AND THE BABES OF NEW MEXICO.
TAOS, GORGE BRIDGE 
The inner voice where gaps of expression are liberated. 
nice thoughts to start a Friday morning
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A good Post to start the day, now i need my coffee.
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