satomipoema

Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
Nothing of him that doth fade …
– Stoa – Ariels Song Lyrics
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jVJHgO14-w8

Every song
is the remains
of love …
– Federico García Lorca –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kx3TuAOuFd4
Marie Plassard – Femme Like You

I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vp8Rfm6d6zg

The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It’s more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted.
No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self-sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit.
– Gretchen Rubin –

trace your fingers
along the lull
of the afternoons …
– Sanober Khan –

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
– Friedrich Nietzsche –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RDIMl4VKBf8
Jason Derulo feat. Snoop Dogg – Wiggle (Onderkoffer Remix)

Sometimes you simply need to drift aimlessly, in order to reach the destination of aim.
– Lionel Suggs –

She looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling. – Jason Medina – A Ghost In New Orleans
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Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark …
– Kate DiCamillo – The Tale of Despereaux

We were the people who were not in the papers.
We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between the stories.
– Margaret Atwood – The Handmaid’s Tale
Ph : Lydia Roberts