'Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.'
— Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via proletarianinstinct)
'Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s scepter, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.'
— Mary Wollstonecraft


Artist: Joan Manuel Serrat
Track: Cantares
Album: Dedicado A Antonio Machado, Poeta.
Year: 1969
Theme: Walking

Excerpt from “Cantares” by Antonio Machado set to music by Joan Manuel Serrat. (from Wiki)

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino, y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estelas en la mar.

    Wanderer, your footsteps are
    the road, and nothing more;
    wanderer, there is no road,
    the road is made by walking.
    By walking one makes the road,
    and upon glancing back
    one sees the path
    that will never be trod again.
    Wanderer, there is no road—
    Only foam in the sea.