In Vienna there are shadows. The city is black and everything is done by rote. I want to be alone. I want to go to the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October. I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…
– Egon Schiele –

All the women you like
I recognize them
Something in their looks, is silent
Every woman you left behind
Only on the quay, will receive from me a bouquet
He is sweet
It is sweet to revenge
All the women you like
I recognize them
Your reflection in their hair, I like
Every woman you hurt
I will flatter
In silence I will lick her wounds
He is sweet
It is sweet to revenge
All women who liked
Even in secret
What a strange game of mirror, is created
Every woman you left
I will invite him to the grand banquet
Where all the women who loved you …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xEcaTdJbhi4
Camille – Le banquet

Everything is said in the way of confession …
it was inked off the memories …
I just see you go without too much
as a few lines of story that can be guessed …

And then I leave to chance
a few words for you
like to mark my visit
to say that I thought of you

Pass without too much (says it all)
without talking too much
all is said was written (says it all)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ncuao5KQDcQ
Camille – Tout dit
Ph : Jeremy Gibbs

when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
a section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.
for our souls contained more scar tissue than life.
– Katie McGarry – Pushing the Limits
Ph : Mikhail nekrasov

Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it.

And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories.

And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way.

– Khadija Rupa –
Ph : Tiziano Ornaghi