lullaby & butterfly

Titled: All the Pretty Little Horses.

Excuse me while I have babies on the brain.


Inspired by the lullaby All the Pretty Little horses.
(Can listen here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWoPsyY8CZY)

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Artist: Oscar Alvarez


I Like You When You Are Quiet

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent, and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. It looks as though your eyes had flown away and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth. Like all things are full of my soul you emerge from the things, full of my soul. Dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like a melancoly word. I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant. It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: Let me fall quiet with your own silence. Let me also speak to you with your silence clear like a lamp, simple like a ring. You are like the night, quiet and constellated. Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary. I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent. Distant and painful as if you had died.


Pablo Neruda

His fingernails used to paint butterflies and love songs into the creases of my back. His voice used to whisper lullabies. And I used to have to remind him to drink water, because he would get so worked up over the hurt in the world, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes late at night I call him again. I whisper into the phone. I ramble on about butterflies and lullabies and water. He never calls me back. But I don’t mind anymore.
—  To The Boy I Once Loved