A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
– Omar Khayyam –
Ph : Javier Vallhonrat
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. – Omar Khayyam –
Ph : Javier Vallhonrat
take me when I’m wild
take me when I’m free
take me for me and I will take you
as you want to be.
– Kamand Kojouri –
She rides a midnight train
To steal your heart and brain
Your dream, your heroine
Seduced by heavens skin
Her life’s a mystery
You try so hard to see
For every small detail
She hides behind her veil
You don’t know her name
You pay to play this game …
– The underground youth – Veil
A story is not like a road to follow … it’s more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you.
– Alice Munro –
… love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.
– Dag Hammarskjöld – Markings
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
– Tim Winton – Breath
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