Tag: man

They’re both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they’d never met before, they’re sure

that there’d been nothing between them.

But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways–

perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them

if they don’t remember–

a moment face to face

in some revolving door?

They’d be amazed to hear

that Chance has been toying with them

now for years.

Not quite ready yet

to become their Destiny,

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

it barred their path …

Every beginning

is only a sequel, after all,

and the book of events

is always open halfway through.

– Wisława Szymborska – View With a Grain of Sand

I almost forgot, … forgot that where I am from

we see the rain before the rain even starts to rain …

This walk, it’s a previous journey …

Before I was born there was a storm

Before that storm there was fire

Burning everywhere, everywhere

and everything became nothing again …

Out of absolutely nothing, … I was born

I will always remember that I came from nothing …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6DU6lDPs-AQ

Benjamin Clementine – Condolence

Ph : Alex Timmermans

Nothing has changed.

Maybe just the manners, ceremonies, dances,

Yet the movement of the hands in protecting the head is the same.

The body writhes, jerks, and tries to pull away

Its legs give out, it falls, the knees fly up,

It turns blue, swells, salivates, and bleeds.

Nothing has changed.

Except of course for the course of boundaries,

The lines of forests, coasts, deserts, and glaciers.

Amid these landscapes traipses the soul,

Disappears, comes back, draws nearer, moves away,

Alien to itself, elusive

At times certain, at others uncertain of its own existence,

While the body is and is and is

And has no place of its own.

– Wisława Szymborska –

Ph : Vadim Stein

I see my whole life and I wonder who stole the sky and the stars

who took the fire from my lips and was born to love me.

All my life a word full of wonders, smells, roses, aches

I could love you a lifetime breathing flame emanating from the eyes.

I remember when you told me you love me and that I am in your life alone, without me there is nothing to keep you sun a planet that is empty of joy and light, dies each day slowly.

And I kissed you and I cried alone because I knew I was leaving.

Then one summer day, on Place Pigalle I’m telling you goodbye, I forgot everything

You, your face, you, the voice, your eyes

You, my lover, you my man, you my soul …

a summer evening, a life between us

we would of saved souls, but we’re both now injured.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AKvSEbbExQo

Natassa Mare moumtzidou | George Schinas – Place Pigalle

Poetry has no echo so loud and long as in the heart of youth in which love is just springing into life. It is like the presentiment of all the passions. Later it is their souvenir and their dirge. It brings tears in both extremes of life: to the young, tears of hope; to the old, tears of regret.

– Alphonse de Lamartine –

Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see …each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts.

– Tennessee Williams –

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov