But I didn’t care. I just wanted to be close to them and feel their presence. I felt as if I were in there with them, looking out of their eyes, sharing their thoughts.

– Joseph Bruchac –

Ph : Willy Ronis

English autumn mornings are often like mornings nowhere else in the world.

The air is cold.

The floorboards are cold.

It is perhaps this coldness which sharpens the tang of the hot cup of tea. Outside, steps on the gravel crunch a little more loudly than a month ago because of the very slight frost

– John Berger – A Fortunate Man

I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.

– Julio Cortázar –

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

– Anne Lamott –

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul

Yet uncorrected of the higher will,

So that men sometimes in their dreams confess

An unsuspected, or forgotten, self;

-Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin

In missing each that salutory rein

Of reason, and the grinding will of man.

– Pedro Calderón de la Barca –

Between lines, poetry lay burning

ashes of stories I stayed awake at night recounting

a rejected part of my humanity

that I cannot forget

that I will never forget.

October has left me with blood on my hands,

and wilted flowers in my hair

but I am a wound trying to heal

the stripes on my skin mark growth

life will emerge in the face of cold winter air

life will radiate like northern lights

gleaming like the energy of all souls combined

against a wall of star encrusted darkness.

___LN ( Lydia )

Ph : Man Ray