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Posts tagged hair.
sun bleached beach hair >
walking down the street
Se mêler aux gris, du rose aux pieds,
De rue en rue, sans s’arrêter
Trajectoire tracée, territoires marqués
Puis soudain dans l’impasse
Un reste de soleil et un banc
Accepter de prendre place
Lever le nez, compter les volets
Ouvert/Fermé/Orange/Bleu/Violet
Choisir tour à tour son préféré
Vert pour moi, rouge pour elle
Puis s’enfuir par la ruelle…
A lovely photograph by Claude! Her little darlings have to
be the most adorable things! ‘Cept my darling Lyla of course!
store houses laden with snow
“Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.”
— Haruki Murakami
