Paris (spiritedaway)
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“What is a ghost?
A tragedy condemned to repeat
itself time and again?
A moment of pain, perhaps.
Something dead which
still seems to be alive.
An emotion suspended in time.
Like a blurred photograph.
Like an insect trapped in amber.
A ghost.
That's what I am.”
―
A tragedy condemned to repeat
itself time and again?
A moment of pain, perhaps.
Something dead which
still seems to be alive.
An emotion suspended in time.
Like a blurred photograph.
Like an insect trapped in amber.
A ghost.
That's what I am.”
―
“The Wind Will Carry Us
In my night, so brief, alas
The wind is about to meet the leaves.
My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
This happiness feels foreign to me.
I am accustomed to despair.
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
There, in the night, something is happening
The moon is red and anxious.
And, clinging to this roof
That could collapse at any moment,
The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women,
Await the birth of the rain.
One second, and then nothing.
Behind this window,
The night trembles
And the earth stops spinning.
Behind this window, a stranger
Worries about me and you.
You in your greenery,
Lay your hands – those burning memories –
On my loving hands.
And entrust your lips, replete with life's warmth,
To the touch of my loving lips
The wind will carry us!
The wind will carry us!”
―
In my night, so brief, alas
The wind is about to meet the leaves.
My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
This happiness feels foreign to me.
I am accustomed to despair.
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
There, in the night, something is happening
The moon is red and anxious.
And, clinging to this roof
That could collapse at any moment,
The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women,
Await the birth of the rain.
One second, and then nothing.
Behind this window,
The night trembles
And the earth stops spinning.
Behind this window, a stranger
Worries about me and you.
You in your greenery,
Lay your hands – those burning memories –
On my loving hands.
And entrust your lips, replete with life's warmth,
To the touch of my loving lips
The wind will carry us!
The wind will carry us!”
―
“He said, 'Good dog, Beaumont the valiant, sleep now, old friend Beaumont, good old dog.' Then Robin's falchion let Beaumont out of this world, to run free with Orion and roll among the stars.”
― The Sword in the Stone
― The Sword in the Stone
“Εγώ δεν είμαι από 'δω. Δεν είμαι απ' αυτή τη γη όπου γεννήθηκα. Και στη ζωή μαθαίνεις, μαθαίνει αυτός που θέλει να μάθει, ότι κανένας δεν είναι από 'κεί που γεννήθηκε, από 'κει που τον μεγάλωσαν. Ότι κανένας δεν είναι από πουθενά. Μερικοί προσπαθούν να συντηρήσουν αυταπάτες και δημιουργούν νοσταλγίες, ιδιοκτησίες, ύμνους και σημαίες. Ανήκουμε όλοι στους τόπους που δεν γνωρίσαμε. Αν υπάρχει νοσταλγία, είναι για τα πράγματα που ποτέ δεν είδαμε, για τις γυναίκες που μαζί τους δεν κοιμηθήκαμε κι ούτε ονειρευτήκαμε. Και για τους φίλους που δεν αποκτήσαμε ακόμα, τα βιβλία που δεν διαβάσαμε, τα φαγητά που αχνίζουν στη χύτρα κι ακόμα δεν τα δοκιμάσαμε. Αυτή είναι η αληθινή νοσταλγία, η μοναδική.”
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