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Once, if I remember correctly, my life was a party where all hearts opened, where all wines flowed.
One evening, I took Beauty on my knees.
– And I felt bitter.
– And I insulted her. I armed myself against justice.
I fled.
Oh witches, oh misery, oh hate, you were entrusted with my treasure!
I managed to make every human hope vanish in my spirit.
On every joy, to strangle it, I made the deaf leap of the fierce beast.
I prayed to the executioners to bite, dying, the butt of their rifles.
I invoked scourges, to suffocate myself with sand, with blood.
Misfortune was my god.
I lie down in the mud.
I dried myself in the air of crime.
And I played some nasty tricks.
.: Arthur Rimbaud, ">A Season in Hell" :.
“Life would be tragic if it weren’t funny” Stephen Hawking
Ammè but I like fishing
Ok ammè I also like pizza with cherry tomatoes and I go crazy for the "tuna & onion"
I love Egon Leon Adolf Schiele, who would be Egon Leon Adolf Schiele? Well, for those who understand English here is something about Him (but also for those who don't speak English well, since the eyes and a bit of heart are enough to get close to his Art)
& the photos of Yvon Le Marlec
No one can understand anyone: every blackbird believes it has put a fundamental meaning for itself in its whistle, but that only it understands; the other replies with something that has no relation at all with what it said; it is a dialogue among the deaf, a conversation without head or tail.
But are human dialogues perhaps something different?
.:. From "Palomar" by Italo Calvino .:.
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