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But what is the heart, madame?

It’s worth less than people think.

it’s quite accommodating, it accepts anything.

You give it whatever you have, it’s not very particular.

But the body… That’s something else again!

It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants.

A heart doesn’t choose, and one always ends up by loving.

– Colette – The Pure and the Impure

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

– Colette – The Vagabond

ph : Mikael Jansson

Homer calls man a leaf, the smallest;

Pindar calls him the dream of a shadow, another, the dream of a shadow of smoke;

But St. James spake, by a more excellent spirit, saying our life is but a vapour,

That is to say, drawn from the air by a celestial influence,

made of smoke and the lighter parts of water,

tossed by the wind and moved by the motion of a superior body,

without virtue in itself and lifted up on high or left below …

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In my mind is the sound

Of rudderless ships

A time, and a time

And a time

So much silence

Deafens our ears

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oGXr1K5dq_s

Current 93 & HÖH – The Dream Of A Shadow Of Smoke

You always drop by,

to en-lighten my mind,

when my wings are feeling heavy …

forgotten how to fly.

– Curtis Tyrone Jon –

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

– Curtis Tyrone Jones –

In my life the piano sings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings.

Fiery rain and Ruby’s cooling sun.

Now I see that my world has only begun.

Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings…

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9hsocWRbwa8

This Mortal Coil – Strength of Strings

Ph : Annie Leibovitz

Reach deep within, and reconnect with the essence of your being.

– Bryant McGill –

I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.

It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

– Brian Andreas –