Il est enfin possible de voir ce que la lumière cachait si bien
people come into your life for a season, a reason or a lifetime.
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance
I am so excited.
Life’s little accomplishments can lead to a hole new world of possibility. I need to game plan, dreamboard something fierce
j’ai besoin de vivre comme un bateau ivre.
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now,...
DON’T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke...
There’s something odd about sending with love a letter that was written in hate. There’s something sad about wanting to speak but being silenced until it’s too late. There’s something unfair in leaving your choice to the intricate workings of fate. There’s something dark about walking away when every part of you wants to stay, and there’s something to fight...
one world. one day.