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fleeting feelings and pieces of poetry
Les chevaux d’Achille, Constantin Cavafy, tr. Xavier Bordes et Démosthènes Davvetas
(à mon papa)
(à mon papa)
November 13, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Les chevaux d’Achille, Constantin Cavafy, tr. Xavier Bordes et Démosthènes Davvetas
(à mon papa)
(à mon papa)
(Apollinaire c’est très très très très fort tout de même)
November 7, 2025 at 9:07 AM
(Apollinaire c’est très très très très fort tout de même)
“I don’t want to talk the language of the enemies of my heart.”
(Jim H.)
(Jim H.)
October 25, 2025 at 7:36 AM
“I don’t want to talk the language of the enemies of my heart.”
(Jim H.)
(Jim H.)
“My heart was eating my stomach.”
(J.Harrison, in The Road Home)
(J.Harrison, in The Road Home)
October 22, 2025 at 11:27 AM
“My heart was eating my stomach.”
(J.Harrison, in The Road Home)
(J.Harrison, in The Road Home)
"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past."
(Virginia wolf, To the Lighthouse)
(Virginia wolf, To the Lighthouse)
October 21, 2025 at 3:21 PM
"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past."
(Virginia wolf, To the Lighthouse)
(Virginia wolf, To the Lighthouse)
“How in hell do we become something else, I thought.”
(Jim Harrison)
(Jim Harrison)
October 20, 2025 at 9:13 AM
“How in hell do we become something else, I thought.”
(Jim Harrison)
(Jim Harrison)
“It’s so hard to describe what I feel when I feel I really exist and my soul is a real entity that I don’t know what human words could define it.”
(Pessoa)
(Pessoa)
October 19, 2025 at 8:27 AM
“It’s so hard to describe what I feel when I feel I really exist and my soul is a real entity that I don’t know what human words could define it.”
(Pessoa)
(Pessoa)
Reposted
October 17, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Je prononce ton nom
En cette nuit obscure
Et je l'entends sonner
Plus lointain que jamais,
Plus lointain que toutes les étoiles,
Et plus plaintif que le bruit de la pluie.
(F.García Lorca)
En cette nuit obscure
Et je l'entends sonner
Plus lointain que jamais,
Plus lointain que toutes les étoiles,
Et plus plaintif que le bruit de la pluie.
(F.García Lorca)
October 14, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Je prononce ton nom
En cette nuit obscure
Et je l'entends sonner
Plus lointain que jamais,
Plus lointain que toutes les étoiles,
Et plus plaintif que le bruit de la pluie.
(F.García Lorca)
En cette nuit obscure
Et je l'entends sonner
Plus lointain que jamais,
Plus lointain que toutes les étoiles,
Et plus plaintif que le bruit de la pluie.
(F.García Lorca)
(Lapsus très beau entendu ce matin - prix Nobel de la peau)
October 14, 2025 at 6:48 AM
(Lapsus très beau entendu ce matin - prix Nobel de la peau)
“Love, that is the pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
No other theme but love-knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.”
(Walt Whitman)
No other theme but love-knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.”
(Walt Whitman)
October 11, 2025 at 6:49 PM
“Love, that is the pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
No other theme but love-knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.”
(Walt Whitman)
No other theme but love-knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.”
(Walt Whitman)
Reposted
October 11, 2025 at 2:38 PM
LETTERS
Rain has eaten 1/4 of me
yet I believe
against all evidence
these raindrops
are my letters of recommendation
here is a man worth falling on.
(Ilya Kaminsky)
Rain has eaten 1/4 of me
yet I believe
against all evidence
these raindrops
are my letters of recommendation
here is a man worth falling on.
(Ilya Kaminsky)
October 10, 2025 at 7:16 PM
LETTERS
Rain has eaten 1/4 of me
yet I believe
against all evidence
these raindrops
are my letters of recommendation
here is a man worth falling on.
(Ilya Kaminsky)
Rain has eaten 1/4 of me
yet I believe
against all evidence
these raindrops
are my letters of recommendation
here is a man worth falling on.
(Ilya Kaminsky)
“Pourquoi est-elle venue? Pour se faire du mal. C'est, parfois, tout ce qu'il nous reste.”
(Marina Tzvetaïeva)
(Marina Tzvetaïeva)
October 4, 2025 at 11:35 AM
“Pourquoi est-elle venue? Pour se faire du mal. C'est, parfois, tout ce qu'il nous reste.”
(Marina Tzvetaïeva)
(Marina Tzvetaïeva)
“The best swordsman does not fear the second best. He fears the worst since there's no telling what that idiot is going to do.”
(M.Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court)
(M.Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court)
October 4, 2025 at 6:03 AM
“The best swordsman does not fear the second best. He fears the worst since there's no telling what that idiot is going to do.”
(M.Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court)
(M.Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court)
“Words are only painted fire; a look is fire itself.”
(M.Twain)
(M.Twain)
October 3, 2025 at 11:10 AM
“Words are only painted fire; a look is fire itself.”
(M.Twain)
(M.Twain)
"...and how I love your handwriting, that running shadow of your voice..."
(V.Nabokov, Letters to Vera)
(V.Nabokov, Letters to Vera)
October 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM
"...and how I love your handwriting, that running shadow of your voice..."
(V.Nabokov, Letters to Vera)
(V.Nabokov, Letters to Vera)
I looked up and suddenly all around me there was only grace.
October 1, 2025 at 5:27 AM
I looked up and suddenly all around me there was only grace.
“L'amour - c'est ce pays à l'infini ouvert par deux miroirs qui se font face.”
(André Hardellet)
(c’est si beau…me donne envie de pleurer)
(André Hardellet)
(c’est si beau…me donne envie de pleurer)
September 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
“L'amour - c'est ce pays à l'infini ouvert par deux miroirs qui se font face.”
(André Hardellet)
(c’est si beau…me donne envie de pleurer)
(André Hardellet)
(c’est si beau…me donne envie de pleurer)