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
seek me,
sit beside me,
seal the night with a kiss,
and confess the truth of redemption.
S
“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.”
— Madonna
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?
S
“They always say time changes things,
but you actually have to change them yourself.”
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.
S
– 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)
