My little utopia

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[somebody-else]

[iloveyoursoul]

[utopiandreamz]

Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you. I live with pain That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will Make to me an irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to Glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer pain me; because of you, I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires: Shooting stars, falling objects.

- Pablo Neruda

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[utopiandreamz]

Excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[utopiandreamz]

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

[maudit]

[utopiandreamz]

[thezengarden]

TheRealNobody~ All is meant to give way. All is fleeting, but what lies within you.

[diaphanee]

[romanticnihilists]

[leparfumdeladame-en-noir-deacti]

  Combien de joies cachées                                  attendent                                  de l'autre côté des saisons ?

[hatin]

[jakeisg-deactivated20200607]

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

Khalil Gibran

[journalofanobody]

[utopiandreamz]

journalofanobody:

Beethoven’s sketch for the third movement of the Moonlight sonata.

Click to listen.

[hotparade]

[utopiandreamz]

Sabine Weiss   via

[larmoyante]

[femmeverbale]

Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[mermaidandthedrunks]

If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.