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The maturity of an individual is determined by how much uncertainty and paradox he is able to endure. - Carl Gustav Jung No DM / Thanks
. . The boundary between light and shadow is you! S E Lec
شغف الروح العامرة بالحياة لا يحد.فكم من الكراهية تتوارى فيمن يسعى لهدمها؟ وعن هذا الزمن الذي يثقل الروح،يهمس فوسكولو:الزمن الآثم يفر،حاملا معه الهموم التي تذيب الروح. وفي حضرة الجمال يبصر دانتي بهاء يخرس الألسن دهشة.ولكن ليوباردي يدرك المفارقة: حتى الغرق يحلو في هذا البحر العميق
وحين يسدل الليل أستاره الرقيقة، ويسامر النخيل صمت النجوم، ينسكب نور روحك، فيبدد عتمة التيه.
Some say fade, some code fate, but bait the gate and time rewinds late. It wasn’t a state, nor even a pause—just a comma in the endless flow.
. “All that you are seeking is also seeking you.” ― Franz Kafka . 🖤
. “That sea forever starting and re-starting. When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding Are the long vistas of celestial calm!” ― Paul Valéry . In Her Name, The Sea Rain Ezio Bosso youtu.be/lvpgUseZENw . 🤍
cloud shadow long enough to close the poppies~ Christopher Herold 📷 Magda Bognar
Plus de voûte azurée, astre, constellation Disparus de ma vue et de mon horizon Pourtant rien n'a changé, tout est resté en place Ôtée seule à ma vue, la carte de l'espace. #Poésie
. “I love to live and I live to love.” ― Amy Winehouse . 🖤
. “I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.” ― Amy Winehouse . Back To Black youtu.be/TJAfLE39ZZ8 . 🖤
Il faudrait penser le monde comme un seul cœur immense qui bat.
"Qui pleure là, sinon le vent simple, à cette heure Seule avec diamants extrêmes ? ... Mais qui pleure, Si proche de moi-même au moment de pleurer ? " Paul Valéry
La passion s'ouvre comme une fleur et se referme sur notre coeur. Sonia Lahsaini Douceur et beauté pour votre journée! Bonne chance à tout le monde!💕
Painting: The crystal ship, by Riccardo Capparella aka Ticco Song: The Crystal Ship · The Doors youtu.be/rbulIrN4scs?si…
C. Moimas Ma non siamo di aiuto in questo rimestare l’oscurità. Impotenti al cospetto dell’apocalisse che erige inedite terre sulle quali grovigli di grida diventano il pianto comune. Siamo pronti a raccogliere pali e gomene ad inchiodare tavole di croci per restare nell’emerso
Chiara Moimas Non è del vento la voce che senti è il mio respiro che si fa affanno non è la luce di stelle cadenti sono le lacrime calde che vanno e mentre temi che il morso si allenti di sale amaro ti nutriranno.