Sunday, February 11, 2024

i drool all over :)

 






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Sanskrit has ninety-six words for love; ancient Persian has eighty, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling.

Eskimos have thirty words for snow, because it is a life-and death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately.

If we had a vocabulary of thirty words for love … we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. 

An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. 

Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it come to feeling. 


—Robert Johnson
The Fisher King and the Handless Maiden




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From Alto Cedro I go to Marcané,
Then to Cueto, I go to Mayarí
 
The love I have for you
I can't deny it
I drool all over
And I can't help it
 
When Juanica and Chan Chan
Sifted sand in the sea
The way she was shaking the "sieve"
was making Chan Chan embarrassed!
 
Clear the road of straws
'Cause I want to sit down
On this trunk that I see
And I can't arrive there that way
 



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