my soul …

I left it on a cliff by the sea

and naked I came to you …

I forgot everything …

I knew only that your caresses held captive …

Oh, hold me close in your arms,

so tightly that I need nothing

– Edith Södergran –

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer.

– Carew Papritz –

I would like to write a book

which would drive men mad,

which would be like an open door leading them

where they would never have consented to go,

in short, a door that opens onto reality.

– Antonin Artaud –

Ph : Daria Endresen