Photography + poem + art
Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn’t my own: under the influence of music I have the illusion of feeling things I don’t really feel, of understanding things I don’t understand, being able to do things I’m not able to do …
– Leo Tolstoy – The Kreutzer Sonata
Ph: Sergey Golubev
Our minds aren’t bound by a chronological corset. When thinking and dreaming, past, present and future are mixed up. That’s also possible for a writer.
– Gunter Grass –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=P0pTC4AqnAw
Halie Loren – Tango Lullaby
The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.
– Kalu Ndukwe Kalu –
Sean Lennon & Julie Ordon
http://www.filmandmusicfashion.com/page24.htm
I’m one of those strange beasts who really likes a corset.
– Cate Blanchett –
Ph : Horst P. Horst
Pain is nothing but the surprise of not knowing …
– Alda Merini –
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
– Marcel Proust –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zJVqmBRMeWw
Anathema – Transacoustic
what is love?
A great and aching heart;
wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
what is life?
upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.
– Robert Louis Stevenson –
Ph : Dragan Todorovic
A finger’s touch upon my lips
It’s a morning yearning
Pull the curtains shut, try to keep it dark
But the sun is burning
The world awakens on the run
And will soon be earning
With hopes of better days to come
It’s a morning yearning
Another day, another chance to get it right
Must I still be learning …
Like a summer rose, I’m a victim of the fall
But am soon returning
Your love’s the warmest place the sun ever shines
My morning yearning
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LlNGEpief3Q
Ben C Harper – Morning yearning
Ph : Jane Burton
Everyone of us is shadowed by an illusory person:
a false self..We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.
– Thomas Merton –
There is eloquence in the tongueless
wind, and a melody …
within the soul, awaken the spirits
to a dance of breathless rapture,
and bring tears of mysterious tenderness
to the eyes, … or the voice of one beloved
singing to you alone.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley –
Ph : Andrew Lucas
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