Matheus Gimenez

“In this world
love has no color
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.”
― Izumi Shikibu, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

“Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“For a moment
he became smoke.
How intimate,
now,
the cloudy sky.”
― Izumi Shikibu, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

“Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories