4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle

Just before down there is a minute of silence. The day birds haven't risen yet, and the nocturnal birds have fallen asleep. And then, there is a minute of silence.
It is hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it, but in reality the silence of nature is frightening. It is a little bit like a courtroom while the jury deliberates and you are waiting for the sentence, will it be life or will it be death?
If the world came to an end, surely it would be in that minute. Do u know why? because it is the only minute that you get the feeling that nature stops breathing. And that .. that is frightening.

Crazy Heart

funny how falling feels like flying for a little while

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

The Silence

"I didn't want to accept my wretched role. But now it's too damn lonely. We try out attitudes and find them all worthless. The forces are all too strong. I mean the forces... the horrible forces. You need to watch your step among all the ghosts and memories.
All this talk... There's no need to discuss loneliness. It's a waste of time."

Maggot Brain

I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit

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The Wind Will Carry Us

In my small night, alas
the wind has a date with the leaves of the trees
In my small night there is agony of destruction
Listen ...
Do you hear the darkness blowing?
I look upon this bliss as a stranger
I am addicted to my despair.

Listen ...
Do you hear the darkness blowing?
Something is passing in the night
The moon is restless and red
And over this rooftop
where crumbling is a constant fear
Clouds, like a procession of mourners
Seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.
A moment
And then nothing
Night shudders beyond this window
And the earth winds to a halt
Beyond this window
Something unknown is watching you and me.

Oh, green from head to foot
Place your hands like a burning memory
In my loving hands
Give your lips to the caresses
of my loving lips
Like the warm perception of being
The wind will carry us
The wind will carry us

L'enfant

Dancer in the Dark

Favorite Things



Next to the last song

Fareed

عش أنت

Stalker

Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.





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Un homme et une femme 1966

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"If I knew that today would be the last time I'd see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I'd embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I'd take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I'd tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already."

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Look Of Love

is in your eyes

Cet obscur objet du désir

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.

Luis Buñuel

Dumb

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cause you're here

Back Broke
and happy

I will eat you alive

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I can watch and can't take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone

À bout de souffle

Björk

Big Time Sensuality

Zinaida Serebryakova: self-portrait

The Mother and the Whore

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