La Mélancolie

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Siamo piedi in cerca di scarpe, finché non comprendiamo quanto è bello camminare scalzi sull'erba.

Thich Nhat Hanh

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[lifeinpoetry]

“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”

— Trista Mateer, from “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else,” The Dogs I Have Kissed

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Kate Moss • Paco Rabanne Vogue UK (December 2000) © Corinne Day

[blossomfully]

“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’”

— Sue Zhao

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- Girl with Wolf - Dongni Hou.

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“Luck, like life itself, is no certain thing, but a loveliness which may alight upon my shoulder but more often seems to be some unknown brilliant quantity in motion.”

— William T. Vollmann, The Dying Grass

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Claude Nori (1986)

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[existential-celestial]

“[…] You’ve kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone … and I laugh and fall dreaming again of the desire to show you to everyone I love, to move openly together in the pull of gravity, which is not simple, which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.”

— Adrienne Rich, from “Twenty-One Love Poems; Poem II,“ in The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977