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Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.

– Brené Brown –

Real dishes break. That’s how you know they’re real.

– Marty Rubin –

If your actions were to boomerang back on you instantly, would you still act the same? Doing to others an act you’d rather not have done to you reveals a powerful internal conflict.

– Alexandra Katehakis –

Sometimes the people you want as part of your story are only meant to be a chapter …

( … stay as long as possible … )

You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between ..

– Unknown –

I see you are already as timid as a slave: you might as well be in love.

– Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos de Laclos – Les Liaisons dangereuses

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “ It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

– Jim Jarmusch –

I want to write my secret across your sky.

I want your touches to scar me so I’ll know where you’ve been.

I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.

I want to taste my own kind.

I want you to come on strong.

I want the exact same thing but different.

And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry.

– Recoil – Want

Tears rolled for you became songs …

and if so will the frightening loneliness

and time will pass slowly and then it hurts.

I was holding inside for years a buried secret

why I’m looking for so many years to find you.

and I follow the blood running from your wounds …

and will perish without knowing if I love

a secret buried years

… and I to hear everywhere, do not be afraid I’m here.

Our secret then the hold well hidden

continued to run to wander hunted

a heavy breath

to covers us like a fog

anyone who is looking to find you and does not know why

Now I can tell you when I’ll see

your eyes that mesh I’m looking long

little from the fire, a little of the story

and a little love to save me from oblivion

you’ve drowned out all the blood from the wounds

put all the stars of the sky for wedding dress

and come with me wounded elf.

Through prevalent me a secret buried years

You’re near me I feel wounded elf.

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