skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
Friday, May 28, 2010
Jorge Luis Borges
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man
finds out, once and for all, who he is
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
peace pulse path and prevail
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2013
(280)
►
December
(8)
►
November
(18)
►
October
(24)
►
September
(26)
►
August
(30)
►
July
(31)
►
June
(26)
►
May
(23)
►
April
(20)
►
March
(24)
►
February
(21)
►
January
(29)
►
2012
(342)
►
December
(29)
►
November
(26)
►
October
(30)
►
September
(25)
►
August
(31)
►
July
(30)
►
June
(30)
►
May
(32)
►
April
(25)
►
March
(28)
►
February
(27)
►
January
(29)
►
2011
(320)
►
December
(28)
►
November
(23)
►
October
(26)
►
September
(30)
►
August
(31)
►
July
(31)
►
June
(27)
►
May
(27)
►
April
(29)
►
March
(22)
►
February
(22)
►
January
(24)
▼
2010
(331)
►
December
(24)
►
November
(32)
►
October
(26)
►
September
(28)
►
August
(30)
►
July
(30)
►
June
(29)
▼
May
(31)
Seamus Heaney
Ernst Moritz Arndt
Hermann Hesse
Jorge Luis Borges
Franz Kafka
Czeslaw Milosz
Matthew Arnold
e.e. cummings
Meng Hao-jan
Homer
Joseph Brodsky
Aristophanes
Samuel Tayler Coleridge
Anne Bradstreet
Kin Hubbard
Joan Baez
Robert Frost
Philip James Bailey
Ruben Dario
Jorge Luis Borges
Uvavnuk
Anne Grant
Rosemary Verey
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Anne Raver
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Samuel Johnson
Langston Hughs
Violet Fane
Kahlil Gibran
W. H. Auden
►
April
(16)
►
March
(27)
►
February
(27)
►
January
(31)
►
2009
(62)
►
December
(31)
►
November
(30)
►
October
(1)
About Me
bambooandplumblossom
View my complete profile
BlogCatalog
No comments:
Post a Comment