
What a tangle love is.
– Alyson Noel –
Photography + poem + art

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even – love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.
– Erich Maria Remarque –
Ph : Sabine Weiss

Books can also provoke emotions. And emotions sometimes are even more troublesome than ideas. Emotions have led people to do all sorts of things they later regret-like, oh, throwing a book at someone else.
– Pseudonymous Bosch – The Name of This Book Is Secret

The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
– Horace Walpole –
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“Les fleurs pâlissent, le feu s’éteint
L’ombre se glisse dans le jardin
L’horloge tisse des son très las
Je crois entendre ton pas
Le vent m’apporte des bruits lointain
Guettant ma porte j’écoute en vain
Hélas plus rien, plus rien ne vient
J’attendrai, le jour et la nuit
J’attendrai toujours
Ton retour
J’attendrai car l’oiseau
Qui s’enfuit vient chercher l’oubli
Dans son nid
Le temps passe et court
En battant tristement dans mon coeur si lourd
Et pourtant j’attendrai ton retour
J’attendrai, le jour et la nuit
J’attendrai toujours
Ton retour
J’attendrai car l’oiseau
Qui s’enfuit vient chercher l’oubli
Dans son nid
Le temps passe et court
En battant tristement dans mon coeur si lourd
Et pourtant j’attendrai ton retour”
Jill Barber – J´attendrai
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=86222qXgNKI&persist_app=1&app=m

You’re sleeping night and day
How d’you do it?
Me I am wide awake
Feeling defeated
I say your name
I say I’m sorry
I don’t know why I care
We miss it every summer
It’s nobody’s fault
No guilty party
I just got nothing, nothing left to say
It all, all catches up to me …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=71xmrULJ-ms
The National – ‘Guilty Party’

I wait
with silent passion
for one gesture
one glance
from you
– Jalaluddin Rumi –

Living with someone
or living in someone
makes a big difference.
– J.W. Goethe –