beauty, love, poetry

BE NOTORiOUS *

And in the dead of night, when the moon shone in all the brightness of the sun, and, in return the moon decreased the opacity, the wind from the broken glass of the window, where a memory of the stone that hit the heart of the glass remained, fluttered the innumerable wings of the diary,… Continue reading BE NOTORiOUS *

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identity, life, soul

THE BEGiNNiNG

  And, thus, under the ceiling of his room, with eyes open wide as the ocean, shining brighter than the sun, lay Kashiv. "This, then, is where people come to live; I'd have thought it more of a place to die.", the first lines of Rilke's , The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, unsettled Kashiv.… Continue reading THE BEGiNNiNG