"I can give you nothing that has not already its origins within yourself, I can throw open no picture gallery but your own. I can help make your own world visible- that is all."

I haven't gone to  bed yet. I feel like communicating. It's late and I don't have any thought on my own, so I'll borrow some of my favourites.

"Despair is the result of each ( Read more... )

'Dear,

Life has nothing to do with being good, or being right, or being realistic, or God even...
Life has more to do with deadlines, uncertainties, the reach of one's arms, the ability to hold our breath. The ability to keep breathing.

Sometimes, life has something to do with the cold wind from the North. Or the rain against the window, or the dead ( Read more... )

So: to me. And now, what should I tell you?
if I were a writer, I would tell you about the mysterious places I still want to visit. I would attempt to reveal you the secrects hidden in the arabesques drawn on the hands of  women from "Magreb", wrapped in veils with the colour of the night. Or still, what happens now in Aeneas's land where I ( Read more... )

1.My life is a love affair with the moon. I tend to live through the quietest, darkest hours of the day... I am enchanted by the night and its silent, dreamlike whereabouts. All the ideas are there to be mine, because everyone else is asleep, as the moon is not for everybody, and I feel like I am one of the few elected beings there, to guard people ( Read more... )