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[s-ylli]

"ظلامٌ يَسيرُ على قَدَمَيْنِ

وغيمةُ أسئلةٍ لا تسيل..

_حسن عامر

[spiritodi-vino-deactivated20250]

Maria Denise Dessimoz, The Inevitable Anguish of Desire

[communicants]

Un homme qui dort (Bernard Queysanne, 1974)

[silver-frog]

 Et si je repeignais tout en bleu…

[javier-sanz-proyectos]

wolfgang tillmans

[royaa]

[nobrashfestivity]

Tetsuo Aoki

Two People

Woodcut

Davidson Galleries

[gacougnol]

Xénia Fuentes

[lascitasdelashoras]

David Hockney - The boy hidden in a fish, 1969

[artsatellite]

Joanne Leonard, Another Morning, 1971

[finita--la--commedia]

“The hope, and the pain of hope, and the patience of hope, and its torment, its astonishment, its endlessness.”

— Delmore Schwartz, from “During December’s Death”

[occultclassicalart]

Edit after Henry Wolf (Le Crepuscule) (Smithsonian) (Ed. Lic.: CC BY-NC 3.0)

[forestgreenlesbian]

alessandro teoldi

[hanpisc]

أيحتاجُ جُرْحٌ إلى شاعِرِهْ

ليرسُم رمَّانةً للغِياب؟

[quotespile]

“But it has occurred to me, on occasion, that our memories of our loved ones might not be the point. Maybe the point is their memories—all that they take away with them.”

— Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I am trying to wander more. I am trying to breathe more, to love my lostness,”

— Noor Hindi, from “On Language and Mourning,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 48, no. 4, July/August 2019)

[shrbrrpxr]

Natasha King