December 2009
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Paul Celan
Psalm Niemand knetet uns wieder aus Erde und Lehm, niemand bespricht unsern Staub. Niemand. Gelobt seist du, Niemand. Dir zulieb wollen wir blühn. Dir Entgegen. Ein Nichts waren wir, sind wir, warden wir bleiben, blühend: die Nichts-, die Niemandsrose. Mit dem Griffel seelenhell, dem Staubfaden himmelswüst, der Krone rot vom Purpurwort, das wir sangen über, o über dem Dorn. ...
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“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires...”
– Anaïs Nin (via lapetitebaobab)
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Paris sous la neige →
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“L’unica funzione dell’amore è quella di aiutarci a sopportare i...”
– Emil Cioran
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Listen Everyday Is Like Sunday — Morrissey (via...
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