November 2011
2 posts
verlaine
La lune blanche Luit dans les bois De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée… 0 bien-aimée. L’étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure… Rêvons, c’est l’heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l’astre irise… C’est l’heure exquise.
October 2011
1 post
August 2011
18 posts
(blind)
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”I remember
how the darkness doubled
I recall
lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening
to the rain
I was hearing, hearing
something else”
T
”he sliced her fingers as he would slice his avocado at a sunday afternoon, right after tea time though just before dinner, gently, but with a determined cut. slowly, her soft skin revealed the delicate nature of her unwounded flesh underneath a stream of pulsating red blood. ”that tickles”, she said, while observing and recording the movement of his immaculate eyebrows. more...
”I was just thinking … that here we sit, all of us, eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence and really there is nothing, nothing absolutely no reason for existing.” JPS
“Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin où s’ouvraient tous les coeurs, où tous les vins coulaient.” AR
why I am still up and not sleeping:
the thought of going to sleep soon is too delicate and wonderful in itself
I do not wish to cease observing people crossing the road at this hour, from my bedroom window
by procrastinating sleep I am procrastinating having to get up afterwards and start a new day, which will be no more exciting and probably even worse than previous days.
every moment spend...
courage, my sweet TF
June 2011
4 posts
