I’m not scared of the road

we should see, must taste …

The caress …

and that wound that tears us appart

the palace of everyday

from yesterday and tomorow

the wind will carry them

This perfume of our dead years

what can knock at your door

infinity of destinies

we lay some but what do we retain?

the wind will take it away

I take in the hollow of your shadow

dusts of you

the wind will carry them

everything will disappear but

the wind will carry us

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2w9G6-7jkn4

Sophie Hunger – Le Vent Nous Portera

There are people who take their pains in the sight of the world to escape them, but they are also those who descend with pain in the depths of their nature and do not show up until they return.

– Ion Druţă – Leaves of Desire

Ph : Andrea Massari

I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything – other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that the world’s otherness is antidote to confusion – that standing within this otherness – the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books – can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.

– Mary Oliver –

There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering.

– John O’Donohue –

No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.

– John O’Donohue –

These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean …

I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.

– Haruki Murakami – Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

Ph : Yiorgos Mavropoulos

She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.

– Michael Ondaatje – The English Patient