29 sierpnia 2014

Summertime Sadness

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
 I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
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11 sierpnia 2014

fot. Paul de Luna
We ran down the beach,
eyes closed arms outstretched
Angels we were.
The tide licked our feet
and we flew young lost lovers,
no fear of growing old.

6 sierpnia 2014

-Pablo Neruda "The Sea"-
I need the sea because it teaches me,
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves.

the pulse that rose
and fell in its abyss,
the cracking of the blue cold,
the gradual wearing away of the star,
the soft unfolding of the wave
squandering snow with its foam,
the quiet power out there, sure
as a stone shrine in the depths,
replaced my world in which were growing
stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion,
and my life changed suddenly:
as I became part of its pure movement.

2 sierpnia 2014

 "For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always ourselves we find in the sea."

― E.E. Cummings
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