Keelys

“Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi.”
― Michel de Montaigne

“Mon amour à moi n'aime pas qu'on l'aime”
― Tristan Corbière, Les Amours jaunes

“Beaucoup de petit riens laissent sans raison particulière une profonde empreinte dans le coeur des gens ordinaires comme nous, devenant avec le temps des souvenirs d'une valeur inestimable.”
― Rao pingru, Notre histoire. Pingru et Meitang (ROMAN ET.HC)

“Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
― W.H. Auden , Another Time