julietteerose:

“Blanche, Vénus émerge, et c'est la Nuit.”

—

Paul Verlaine, from L'heure du berger.

Pale Venus emerges, and it is Night.

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violentwavesofemotion:

“…sometimes I’d like nothing better than to get away and come to Paris, to feel you touch my hand, how you touch me completely with flowers…”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from a letter to Paul Celan written c. June 1949

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esuchia:

“Continuerai a farti scegliere o finalmente sceglierai ?”

De Andrè

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