Life as a House
I always thought of myself as a house. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big; it didn't even need to be beautiful – it just needed to be mine.
I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life. I built myself a house.
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⭐⭐⭐ Poems of an Indian summer To build one's house is very much like making one’s will. When the time does arrive for building this house, it is not the mason’s nor the craftsman’s moment, but that moment in which every man makes one poem, at any rate, in his life. And so, in our towns and their outskirts, we have had during the last forty years not so much houses as poems, poems of an Indian summer, for a house is the crowning of a career.
⭐ You're living in your very last house Lo-Fang Why am reaching again for the brushes?When I paint your portraitGod, nothing happensBut I can choose to feel youOn my senses' horizonYou appear hesitantly like scattered islands
It's standing here, peering outI'm all the time seen by youA chorus of angels use up all of heavenYou're living in your very last houseYou're living in your very last houseYou're living in your very last house
Each ruler commissioned his own garden The Mughuls of India developed a tradition where each ruler commissioned his own garden. Then, "At the owner's death the pavilion, generally placed in the center of the site, became the mausoleum, and the whole complex passed into the care of holy men."