Photography + poem + art
Cause I’m a fool
A fool for you
I seem to want
everything that you do
I don’t know
I procrastinate
‘Cause I hate those days
that about me
It’s never sure
It’s never pure
It always hurts
So climb out …
Tell me why
did you fall over me?
I let my heart implode
I let my heart
My heart implode
I let my fate go …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7yENwWsB3uE
Archive – Fool
Tell me secrets …
Only seven ways to going searching the core
Did you see the sign I drew upon inside the door
Forest echo …
Tells you secrets …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e1c0IysHW2Q
Lisa o Piu – Forest Echo
Ph . marysiabieniaszewska
Children of the ghetto …
Toughness is their moto
and bitter are their blues
But deep inside the ghetto
There’s a unity
Their councils are for sorrows
and no misery
Children of the ghetto
Keep your head
to the sky …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XOPOjiYRP_I
Waldeck – Children Of The Ghetto
hiraeth ( n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was, the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
Ph : Daniela Ferrero
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
– John Green –
And I asked myself about the present:
how wide it was, how deep it was,
how much was mine to keep.
– Kurt Vonnegut –
Ph : Steven Klein –
Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has travelled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. Now that I feel nothing, it has stopped, has perhaps gone down again into its darkness, from which who can say whether it will ever rise?
– Marcel Proust –
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
– Frederick Buechner –
Ph : Carter Smith
I was waiting for no one but you
Me being a spendthrift lover
My heart drifting
Always loving the day
Wouldn’t bond with anyone
Dreaming of your arrival …
I was waiting for no one but you
Searching through hope
The power to survive
When my heart was blackened
And my soul was cold
In order to start living once again …
I was waiting for no one but you
Me dreaming of the absolute
Of things impossible to happen
Me coming on the road
Leaving behind the unknown
That is what my king, this invincible hero,
was hoping for me to do
I was waiting for no one but you
The moment you arrived
A single smile on your face was enough
To illuminate everything around me
And that’s how I found joy
And learned to love like breathing
There’s yesterday’s laundry
Your heart on my heart
Your lips on my flesh
Lay your hands on my hips
Be part of my life
Which is nothing but a tender suffering
Let my crying burst
In the hollowness of my pale nights
I was waiting for no one but you
Hoping day and night
To finally get to the abundant joy
In the sources of your life
To exhaust my faith …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HdC4icX7Zag
Terez Montcalm – Je N’attendais que toi
( I was waiting for no one but you )
satomipoema 