me & myself

a storm of things unspoken

Of course I’ll hurt you.
Of course you’ll hurt me.
Of course we will hurt each other.
But this is the very condition of existence.
To become spring, means accepting
the risk of winter.
To become presence, means accepting
the risk of absence.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina

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04:35 pm, by afroui15

Adam Fuss

04:26 pm, by afroui3

Marc Chagall

+  04:22 pm, by afroui52
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

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04:20 pm, by afroui38

Herman Brood

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04:08 pm, by afroui6

Lydia Roberts

+  04:05 pm, by afroui18
It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.
Albert Camus

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04:00 pm, by afroui25

Bernard Cathelin

+  03:55 pm, by afroui51

Nicola Pucci

+  03:54 pm, by afroui12
Antonio Porchia

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a
hundred closed doors.

Antonio Porchia, from Voices, transl. by W.S. Merwin

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03:52 pm, reblogged by afroui144

Loomis Dean | 1958

+  03:50 pm, by afroui46

Paul Ozhgibesov

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03:48 pm, by afroui10
Je plonge dans mes réflexions, je vole au-dessus du monde.
Marc Chagall

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02:44 pm, reblogged by afroui120

Marc Chagall

+  02:42 pm, by afroui16

Lyubomir Kolarov

+  02:39 pm, by afroui13