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"I have always been compelled by the belief that all beauty is imperfect, incomplete and impermanent - as transitory as life itself."

Axel Vervoordt (via phyllisalyse)

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"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colors are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content."
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The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you.

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott, premio Nobel per la poesia nel 1992


Tempo verrà
in cui, con esultanza,
saluterai te stesso arrivato
alla tua porta, nel tuo proprio specchio,
e ognun sorriderà al benvenuto dell’altro,

e dirà: Siedi qui. Mangia.
amerai di nuovo lo straniero che era il tuo Io.
Offri vino. Offri pane. Rendi il cuore
a se stesso, allo straniero che ti ha amato

per tutta la tua vita, che hai ignorato
per un altro e che ti sa a memoria.
Dallo scaffale tira giù le lettere d’amore,

le fotografie, le note disperate,
sbuccia via dallo specchio la tua immagine.
Siediti. E’ festa: la tua vita è in tavola.

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"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps  (via nofatnowhip)

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oggi il cielo ha avuto un breve momento di gloria nell’impari battaglia col sole sfacciato dell ‘estate …. 

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"She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…"

Antoine de Saint-Exupery (The Little Prince)

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I love myself when I am laughing… and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.” 
― Zora Neale HurstonI Love Myself When I Am Laughing… And Then Again: A Zora Neale Hurston Reader

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“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.” 
― Zora Neale HurstonTheir Eyes Were Watching God

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