depression

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TERESA WILMS MONTT ~ “TO DIE, AFTER FEELING EVERYTHING AND BEING NOTHING…”

TERESA WILMS MONTT  POET FROM CHILE (Viña del Mar, 1893 – París 1921): She was born in a wealthy family, daughter of Federico Guillermo Wilms Montt and Brieba, and his wife Luz Victoria Montt and Montt. Given the social context of that time, her primary instruction was given to her by governesses and particular teachers. When Teresa turned 17, she got married with Gustavo Balmaceda Valdés. In the following years (1911 y 1913) she gave birth to her daughters, Elisa and Silvia Luz. Almost right after the wedding, the...

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EGON SCHIELE ~ A MELANCHOLIC SOUL

Everything is dead while it lives. Egon Schiele

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THE DANCE OF LIFE…

We all dance our own life, while some of us just like to watch… The dance of life by Edvard Munch

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VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ THE PASSION OF THE BRAIN

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for? Virginia Woolf

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The Loneliness of a Drowning Soul ~ MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

THE LONELINESS OF A DROWNING SOUL ~ MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK Help me, please, I am sinking Sinking deeper in some sort of colorless Mud You are not reaching out for my Hand And although it is close, I can not grab it When you sensed me, you even moved your hand away I desperately tried to reach out further So many faces surrounding me They keep coming closer and like a dense fog I am drowning while the fog takes my vision Its getting colder and I start to...

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