February 2012
“We take it for granted that the earth beneath our feet is solid and stationary....”
– Haruki Murakami, After the Quake (via snowce)
“People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it...”
– Inayat Khan (via loveyourchaos)
sleepyeyes:
Light candles for me,
Set them in a pattern at my feet,
I will follow them like a map to your lips.
sleepy.eyes.march.2011
Listen
“Con il tempo si impara la sottile differenza
fra sostenere una mano e...”
– J.L.Borges
January 2012
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“The definition of hell: The last day you have on earth, the person you became...”
– Anon (via milvey)
September 2011
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sleepyeyes:
There are things I’ll never be able to tell you, Or have you understand. But they come out late at night, Like ghosts upon my skin. I wonder if you touched me would your fingers read, The braille of my history, Taste the salty sting of my tears. Your hand skims over, Hovers with hesitation, Moves on. “We” the you and I, Are lost in translation. sleepy.eyes.sept.2011
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“Non sono niente.
Non saro’ mai niente.
Non posso volere d’essere niente.
A...”
– Pessoa (via allegramiu)
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“Il linguaggio è un traditore, un agente segreto doppiogiochista che scivola...”
– La casa del sonno - Jonathan Coe (via attraversoilvuoto)
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“Sono su, sulle nuvole
E non posso
e non posso scendere
Posso guardare ma
non...”
– Where I End And You Begin - Radiohead (via attraversoilvuoto)
June 2011
hibaness asked: Yo! You're back=) It's been a while...
“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”
– William Shakespeare (via kari-shma)
sleepyeyes:
I will weave my dreams with you,
For you don’t limit my canvas of my imagination,
In which I paint them on.
sleepy.eyes.april.2011
“Your library is your portrait.”
– Holbrook Jackson (via forbiddenalleys)
May 2011
“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the...”
– Alexandre Dumas (via atomos)
My Life
blogut:
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me, for it is infinite. The ripple of water, the shade of the sky are mine; it is still the same, my life. No desire opens me: I am full, I never close myself with refusal- in the rhythm of my daily soul I do not desire-I am moved; by being moved I exert my empire, making the dreams of night real: into my body at the bottom of the...
grace-notes:
The Kooks -- Naive
Rose
i-am-you:
When your petite hands offer me a crimson rose, I’m reminded: the dark flame of your soul. I am afraid to touch it, And feel sorry for myself: I am already seared with hurt — You will burn me again.
Fricis Bārda (Fricis Barda, 1880 - 1919)
translated by: I am you
collaboration with : a poet reflects
