Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
Because he loves me more than all the world.
– Christopher Marlowe –
Tag: back
She [Thérèse] believed that the sublime splendour of ordinary existence was hidden from those who lived embedded in it, that for them the bread of every day must lose its savour. Only hearts like hers, fated to bear an infinite frustration, could feed on its intolerable absence.
– François Mauriac – Thérèse
We have art in order not to die of the truth.
– Friedrich Nietzsche –
Ph : Carsten Thun
Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.
– Jo Nesbø –
Ph : Mario Cravo Neto
Ph : Nobuyoshi Araki
My familiar unfamiliar
My dearest mystery
I can’t get used to you
You turn from the kitchen window
I’m willing everything
I can’t get used to you
Don’t ever get used to me
Stay shy
I’ll remain your mistress
at breakfast time
I know you belong to the wind
And so do I …
Ph : Luca de Nardo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QiRdKt3enhY
Michelle Gurevich ~ my familiar unfamiliar / L’ appartement
The writer must find the precise order that makes real blood course under the skin of words.
– Michaïl Sjisjkin –
Now I’m in town, break it down …
ciao, seems that life is great no
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
and I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now
See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is …
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free …
I sing and write my own tune
And I write my own verso
Don’t need another word-smith to make my tune sell …
I sing fast, I know that all my shit’s cool
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can’t last if I’m smoking on a crack pipe …
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya …
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating …
‘Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right …
now I’m on arabian nights
Because I’m young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I’m gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
The games over but now I’m on a new level …
People think that I’m bound to blow up
I’ve done around about a thousand shows
But I haven’t got a house plus I live on the couch
So you can be the lyrics when I’m singing them out …
So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds …
Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new laces
Selling cds from my rucksack …
Nationwide til’ we’re just jack, soon as I get the bus back …
Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio …
They say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator
‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXvzzTICvJs
Ed Sheeran – You Need Me, I Don’t Need You
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