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And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness – we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.

– Erich Maria Remarque – All Quiet on the Western Front

And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness – we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.

– Erich Maria Remarque – All Quiet on the Western Front

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

– Zhuangzi – The Complete Works of Chuang T

I’ve ceased to smile long ago,

The bitter winds now chill my lips,

Another hope was just let go,

Another song was added since.

Against my will …

Because love’s silence for the soul

Is too unbearably immense.

– Anna Akhmatova – White Flock

Wind coming from the sea,

bring to me some happiness

in this cloudy afternoon.

A love shower

to make flowering

a heart that suffers for passion.

In the situation

of a humble life,

I contemplate

the Lady Happiness*.

Not even a glance

is able to find me

in the crowd

so lonely.

There are already people,

too many people that suffer

because of the loneliness.

There are already people

that are close to die

in the falling light

of a twilight.

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Cesaria Evora & Bonnie Raitt – Crepuscular Solidro

We will not drink from the same cup –

neither water nor sweet wine is ours,

we will not kiss as the sun goes up

or gaze at the night, on the sill, for hours.

I breathe by the moon, you – by the sun

– Anna Akhmatova –

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