Therese Trinko:
La memoria y el olvido
Therese Trinko:
Sometimes I think there is a beast inside of me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin.
Therese Trinko:
Sticks and Stones
Therese Trinko:
I can't simply exist
Therese Trinko:
Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
Therese Trinko:
Je veux ton amour...
Therese Trinko:
Il Colosseo
Therese Trinko:
Now I don't know how I should feel
Therese Trinko:
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still
Therese Trinko:
Sing to me the song of the stars
Therese Trinko:
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Therese Trinko:
“Without darkness, one cannot know light."
Therese Trinko:
Fading Moon
Therese Trinko:
The Living in the Dead
Therese Trinko:
Your Dancing Galaxy
Therese Trinko:
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Therese Trinko:
For Me
Therese Trinko:
The sun is up, the sky is blue
Therese Trinko:
Trying to Choke Down the Feeling
Therese Trinko:
Be Italian
Therese Trinko:
The Spirit Yearns
Therese Trinko:
¿Cuántas cosas perdemos por miedo a perder?
Therese Trinko:
Cookie Covered Colinas
Therese Trinko:
‘Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life'
Therese Trinko:
To be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son - it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is.
Therese Trinko:
Tú Me Quieres Blanca
Therese Trinko:
a skipped beat
Therese Trinko:
When I die, Dublin will be written in my heart
Therese Trinko:
Our Lady of Fatima
Therese Trinko:
Yet dearly I love you...
