February 2012
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“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in...”
– Ernest Hemingway
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WatchPaulinho da Viola & Marisa Monte - Um Samba sobre o Infinito
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Lament (Whom will you cry to, heart?)
Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, your path struggles on through incomprehensible mankind. All the more futile perhaps for keeping to its direction, keeping on toward the future, toward what has been lost. Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe. But now the whole tree of my jubilation is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow tree of joy....
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“Art for art’s sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for...”
– George Sand
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as we are so wonderfully...
As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers My hands are hallowed where they touched over your soft curving. It is good to be weary from that brilliant work It is being...
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leave-taking
I do not know where either of us can turn Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other. I do not know how we can bear The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon, Or many trees shaken together in the darkness. We shall wish not to be alone And that love were not dispersed and set free— Though you defeat me, And I be heavy upon you. But like earth heaped over the heart Is love grown...
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“To lose confidence in one’s body is to lose confidence in oneself.”
– Simone de Beauvoir
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I was waiting for you.
He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that...
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XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
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WatchSerge Gainsbourg et Jane Birkin - Je t’aime moi non plus
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable....”
– Neil Gaiman
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Il est difficile de définir l'amour.
Il est difficile de définir l’amour. Dans l’âme c’est une passion de régner, dans les esprits c’est une sympathie, et dans le corps ce n’est qu’une envie cachée et délicate de posséder ce que l’on aime après beaucoup de mystères.
It is difficult to define love. In the soul it is a passion to rule; in the mind it is sympathy; and in the body it is only...
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“Waking up is a parachute jump from dreams.
Free of the suffocating turbulence...”
– Tomas Tranströmer
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on joy & sorrow
Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.” And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?...
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