“Yes, the highest things are beyond words. That is probably why all art aspires to the condition of wordlessness. When literature works on you, it does so in silence, in your dreams, in your wordless moments. Good words enter you and become moods, become the quiet fabric of your being. Like music, like painting, literature too wants to transcend its primary condition and become something higher. Art wants to move into silence, into the emotional and spiritual conditions of the world. Statues become melodies, melodies become yearnings, yearnings become actions.” WorldWantDoeArtMomentsDreamActionSpiritualMovingLiteratureSilenceConditionsEmotionalPaintingHigherQuietHighestMoodPrimariesYour DreamsMelodyYearningFabricAspireStatuesGood Words Author:Ben Okri
“Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening's sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o'er my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody of spring-bird, notes; When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves.” DreamVisionPureSpringBirdAngelBlueNotesWaveEveningStreamsSunsetMelodyMy ThoughtsFloatsIsle Author:Benjamin
“Singing in Spanish is much more honest, much closer to my roots. For me, Spanish is essential. I still think in Spanish, dream in Spanish. It's the melodies and arrangements that transmit meaning.” ThinkingStillsDreamHonestEssentialsSingingRootsMelodyArrangementsTransmit Author:Juanes