The whole town has fallen asleep.
As the blinds narrate their wandering lives,
their world is magnified into nothing but a fantasy.
Calm is the night, hiding the miracles in its arms.
Full is the moon, lighting up the alleys and the brooks.
Your journey proceeds to the dust and I dare you to
sit beside me,
seal the night with a kiss,
and confess the truth of redemption.
“Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.”
— Vladimir Nabokov in Lolita
“Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.”
— Kurt Vonnegut in Cat’s Cradle
“There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.”
— Virginia Woolf in The Waves
“No matter who you are,
no matter what you did,
no matter where you’ve come from,
you can always change,
become a better version of yourself.”
Thirty nine minutes left
and the golden rings await
a special love affair.
“Others and I” is hanging there
and his blue eyes are climbing
above all stories.
What an odd neighborhood;
who would imagine their words?
Don’t tell me I should go.
Twenty nine minutes left
on my own – will I
ever recover from you?
Yet another Brit talent…
(The Gentlewoman – Spring/Summer 2011)
“Only the gentle are ever really strong.”
— James Dean
“They always say time changes things,
but you actually have to change them yourself.”
— Andy Warhol
Where is the path?
In sixty five miles or less,
and the tale never began to end.
The wind howls with the
forest wolves in an early dawn;
the train passes a hundred directions,
witnessing the hasty travellers,
chanting a melody to their beloveds.
The moon shines; the stars shame.
Into her thirsty eyes, he pleads to look.
Let’s take the road – right or wrong –
and fly among the sparkles.
– What is ‘love’?
– A verb.
“I wear black and white – and black.
Colour looks shit on me.
It just does.”
(Kate Winslet – British Vogue, April 2011)