Bali Sunset Quotes

And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls. -- From Bali – The Rebirth

Sunset at Seminyak Barefoot, the well heeled expats drift from the beach into mauve chaise lounges wearing trendy Thai fisherman pants and billowing knock-off Armani linens. They dis the local touts, piss and moan about the tawdry and 'so yesterday'. Devout Splenglerians, they spout the rise and fall of fashion every fucking fifteen minutes. Exhaling the outlaw plumes of Hoyo de Monterrey Churchills, they drown in their Courvoisier and Hennessey Privilege as the unfashionable sun plunges divinely into the Bali Strait unnoticed.

Pole, his right foot to the (unseen) South Pole. leaving his third step to fall on the head of Bali (in this version, Orion). Here Vamana would have arrived at Bali’s sacrifice on the winter solstice, when the sun is a “dwarf” because he cannot stretch his feet (rays) all the way to the North Pole. The three steps could also apply to the system of reckoning which takes one human year to equal one day and night of the devas. When during this period the Sun moves from the vernal equinox to the autumnal equinox (during which time it appears above the celestial equator in the sky), it is day for the devas and night for the asuras, and when the Sun moves from the autumnal equinox to the vernal equinox (during which time it appears below the celestial equator in the sky), it becomes night tor the devas and day for the asuras. While the asuras rule during their day the devas are discomfited, but with the coming of the vernal equinox (sunrise on the day of the devas) the order of the universe is renewed through noon (the summer solstice) until sunset (the autumnal equinox), after which the asuras again get their chance to play about. Bali

Siempre había tenido claro que deseaba una relación seria con alguien que me quisiera de verdad. No quería noviazgos esporádicos y a escondidas con un final casi siempre triste para alguno de los dos. No quería sufrir un desamor, no cuando tenía tantas cosas que hacer.

Huir de tus problemas no va a hacer que desaparezcan.

¿Era ridículo soñar con una relación de amor a la vieja usanza? ¿Era tonta por querer que me quisieran no solo por mi cuerpo pudiese ofrecer durante un rato?

Porque consejos vendo que para mí no tengo.

No te hagas ilusiones, Nikki

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