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Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again
* * * Despair and deception, love's ugly little twins Came a-knocking on my door, I let them in Darling, you're the punishment for all of my former sins I let love in, I let love in
A marriage is many things, and barely any of them are safe. A marriage, at its best, is challenging, dangerous, complicated and meaningful, and requires, like anything of true value, a certain amount of sacrifice and a certain amount of work. Inside it exists sorrows and joys, both big and small, and failures and triumphs too. But within this complex marital vortex there is, for me, a constant that never waivers – and here lies my safe space. My safe space is in the regard of my wife’s gaze. By this I mean when I look into the eyes of my wife I find a beauty, and this beauty has a moral value, of goodness; a goodness that manifests as a kind of benevolence. And that goodness reflects back and elicits my own goodness and, in turn, the necessary goodness of the world.
— The Red Hand Files Issue #199, Nick Cave
“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”
— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103
* * * And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true
* * * Będę ci wmawiał Że rewolucja to grze-e-e-e-e-ech I nic nie zrobisz Czy chcesz czy nie chcesz czy nie-nie -nie-nie-nie-nie-nie a każda zdrada A każda zdrada to śmie-e-e-e-e-e-e-erć Mój imperializm Mój imperializm cię zje-je-je-je-je-je
* * * Wysyłam w kosmos pocałunki swe Wysyłam w kosmos pocałunki swe Komety niosą do niej SOS Moje SOS, SOS, SOS Niosą jej
