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René Magritte - Self portrait
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August 16th 2012
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I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I’m not with you crazy, either,
That ne’er ...
- Marina Tsvetaeva
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
...
- D. H. Lawrence
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that p...
- Jorge Luis Borges
 Art -  Literature - Andre Breton - Self portrait
Andre Breton - Self portrait
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August 6th 2012
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Lightly forsaking
The spring mist as it rises,
The wild geese are setting off.
Have they learned ...
- Lady Ise
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast...
- Thomas Hardy
That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake....
- Kobayashi Issa
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while ...
- James Joyce
Below Mirabeau Bridge flows River Seine
Just like our loves.
Must one recall it to my mind that ...
- Guillaume Apollinaire
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the ...
- William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, ...
- William Shakespeare
We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
...
- D. H. Lawrence
Slow in the dawn, a young man, hollow-eyed
from lengthy thought and unrewarding vigils,
is lost in...
- Jorge Luis Borges
Maybe because you always have appeared
The image of that fatal rest to me,
O night! You come tow...
- Ugo Fuscolo
My child, I dare not, over you,
To start the blessing’s simple citation.
You’re – with your ...
- Alexander Pushkin
Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the...
- Antonio Machado