“When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people.”
— John Steinbeck; The Winter of Our Discontent

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“When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people.”
— John Steinbeck; The Winter of Our Discontent
Limited Edition Print, Art Deco Lithograph, Loge de Theatre, by Erté (Romain de Tirtoff)
For sale: artbrokerage.com
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
— Orson Welles
George Barbier, Le Feu (The Fire), lithograph from Falbalas et Fanfreluches, Almanach des Modes Presentes, Passees et Futures, 1925.
“Her gift transcended her art form. Even in still photos, her face is compelling, fascinating … She was far more than a movie star—she was Garbo” - David Wolfe
Noć se, sama za sebe utišala, zvuk ritma kako dišeš slušam pomno. Prolazim ti kroz kosu i udišem te.
Mirišeš na kišu koja je danas padala, zimu, muževnost, na sebe i mene dok me grliš. Pokušavam te prožeti cijelog jednim pogledom, prateći ti obrise lica.
U momentu, u glavi mi je zbrka, ushićenje, iskonska sreća, nestrpljivost do slijedećeg poljupca uz strah, blagu bojaznost i sjetu. A zatim, čisti mir. Sudbine su se zaista, počele dešavati.
Tvoja B.
03:00 čekajući snijeg uz mir, spokoj.
Visila je na svježe oličenom zidu među toliko drugih, velebnih slika u tetkinoj kući, sjajnih ramova dok svijetlo obližnje lampe pada na njih.
1999. miris djetinjstva i boje, baš ove minijature. Proučavanje svake linije i čista, dječija sreća kada se našla u mome posjedu.
Očuvah je do danas.
Slikar nepoznat, nastala cc. 1980.
““Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.””
— Maya Angelou
““I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.””
— Maya Angelou
“At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.”
Rumi
novembar.
Kažem ti, voljet ću te dok dišem i hodim. Riječima, pogledom, dodirom, toplim čokoladnim kolačem, zagrljajem utjehe, poljupcima iza uha.
Kosmos cijeli na dlanu držim, kada me toplo rukama obuhvatiš. Kada ti slušam ritam života u njedrima. Mirišem oštrinu jesenjeg zraka i tebe samog. Gledam te i da mogu, proniknula bih u tvoje biće.
Ništa nije prostranije od tvojih grudi, smjelije od deset prstiju ruku, uzvišenije od tvoga uma... jače, od tvoje ljubavi.
Tvoja B.
00:11 pozna jesen, fališ mi.
"Echo" by Carol Ann Duffy
I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face…
when your face,
like the moon in a well
where I might wish…
might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face…
where your face was reflected, lovely,
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air…
the emptying air.
(23:51 kiša, jesen, fališ mi.)
Voljela bih zauvijek, stopiti se s' tobom. Vazduh koji udišemo, istim ritmom, pretočiti u jedan dah. Ličnost momenta u kojem, misli jedno drugome čitamo iz jednog pogleda, svijetu predstaviti. Ostati sa tobom, biti tvoj saputnik. Krilo tvome letu biti, nikad iz tvoje topline izaći.
B.
18:11 kiša, jesenja noć.
Inspiration.
inspiration/ɪnspɪˈreɪʃ(ə)n/
the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.