How the world got so small
I turned around and there was nowhere left to go
So sad
The dream always dies
Each new arrival closes places in my mind
But I can dream
Until I go
Of smells that I don't recognize
And by the river' joe jackson
How the world got so small
I turned around and there was nowhere left to go
So sad
The dream always dies
Each new arrival closes places in my mind
But I can dream
Until I go
Of smells that I don't recognize
And by the river' joe jackson
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Mick Jagger & David Bowie, 1983. Photo by Dennis O'Regan
Mick Jagger & David Bowie, 1983. Photo by Dennis O'Regan
Peter Murphy
(Peter Anderson, 1981
Peter Murphy
(Peter Anderson, 1981
‘Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.’
Carl Gustav Jung
‘Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.’
Carl Gustav Jung
set, 21_24
Klint
set, 21_24
Klint
I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me—
Almost a loneliness.
I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me—
Almost a loneliness.
CL, água viva...
CL, água viva...