"Lo que yo siempre digo es que la gente suele atribuir una buena calidad de vida en la vejez a tener una buena salud mental, y eso es totalmente cierto, pero la mejor calidad de vida te la proporciona un buen tono muscular"

Hunter (Deafheaven) Shy and mighty Hunter, is it I who's cursed the vow? It is you for whom I have given myself to now Fear! Take all sense of the absolute Dismantle what's resolute Fear! Take my fear Teach me all I'll have to hide To remain dignified We caught free reason I bled the gift I sewed: the sacrament I poured an hourglass unseen from all, a vacant sense of agency to covet the private fall In you lives a city of millions walking over brick frontiers, and an ocеan A body of water "on which you drifted by Grace," Likе on the page I read, to pools of cool charity Bitter morning plunge begets rebirth in the sea of your beginning It is you for whom I have given myself to now Shy and mighty Hunter, is it I who's cursed the vow? It is you for whom I have given myself to now In Autumn Bent beyond the iron legs of black benches Where I was laid and uncoiled the romantic wellspring of old man's memory When the world blue-blocked sun lived faces who faced the horizon of summer out, stoic in striped light fissures Come and remain! Like the vine that ate the earth, I'm swallowed in night with you, feral hemlock, slender blazing star You quiver quiet violence in the theater of ineptitude I only see you and the lovely light inside of you While I've been yearning, I've been aching for time, it was time for the end, some natural decline Relations defined and left, we find reasons to leave, but stay intertwined Stay! Stay! Stay! Beauty of the Everglades, give me the reasons to keep me this way