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La linea che la tua schiena ha diviso in pallide regioni si perde e sorge in due terse metà di mela, e continua a separare la tua bellezza in due colonne d'oro bruciato, di fine alabastro, a perdersi nei tuoi piedi come due uve, da dove di nuovo arde e si eleva l'albero duplice della sua simmetria, fuoco fiorito, candelabro aperto, turgida frutta eretta sopra il patto del mare della terra.

Pablo Neruda, Ode alla bella ignuda, estratto (via somehow---here)

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ph. Evgeny Mokhorev

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Portrait: Marcel Breuer, Modernist Architect And Designer, circa 1925.

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zweifellos mondbetont 

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I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice  (via wordsnquotes)

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Mark Steinmetz http://www.marksteinmetz.net/

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Vivian Maier

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Today I feel my past like an unbearable weight, I feel that it interferes with my present life, that it must be the cause for this withdrawal, my closing the doors.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (Mariner Books, 1969)

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Helmut Lang x Jenny Holzer

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“Stars in their diurnal motion round the pole.” In the high heavens. 1910.

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