satomipoema

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.
– Markus Zusak –

I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too.
– Markus Zusak –
I Am the Messenger

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief

… Ce soir, ma robe encore en est tout embaumée…
Respires-en sur moi l’odorant souvenir.
– Marceline Desbordes-Valmore –

The rose has told
In one simplicity
That never life
Relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow
An ancient confidence.
– Nathalia Crane –

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
– Aberjhani –

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
– L.M. Montgomery –

I breathe in…
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can’t.

– Sanober Khan –

Rocks and minerals: the oldest storytellers.
– A.D. Posey –
Ph : Attilio D’Agostino

She wasn’t much to look at but she was something to think about.
– James Thurber –