Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

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oldflorida: Dancing in Tampa, 1929.

RITMO, TAMBO Y FLORES - CELIA, JOHNNY, JUSTO & PAPO

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spaceagelodge:

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oldhollywood:

Ella Fitzgerald - What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

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thenewmanhattanite:

The Savoy Ballroom, Harlem.

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oldnewyork:

urbanmetaphysics:

Soho, New York City, c. 1979.

Egg cream, yum.

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New Year’s Eve, Times Square, New York City, 1959. Photographed by Henri Cartier-Bresson.

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honey-rider:

Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni in Marriage Italian Style [1964]

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