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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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19/20.10.2018 Kiss
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13/14.10.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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22.09.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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14.09.2017
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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7/8.09.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d–see here it is–
I hold it towards you.
John Keats
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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25.08.2018
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The anxious journey, Giorgio de Chirico
Medium: oil,canvas
https://www.wikiart.org/en/giorgio-de-chirico/the-anxious-journey-1913
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.
Anonymous  (via cwote)
25.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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Carl Gustav Carus - Faust's Dream
21.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Le Chemin De L'Eglise c.a. (1855-1860)
21.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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21.08.2018
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Sunset, Arkhip Kuindzhi
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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19.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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17.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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Anguish, An  uneasiness  of  the  epidermis  of  the  soul A  dropping  of  the  arms  at  the  sunset  of  effortI  renounce. I  renounce  everything.I  renounce  more  than  everything. I  renounce  once  and  for  all  the  Gods  and  their  negation. But  whatam  I  lacking,  that  something  I  sense  is  missing in  my  stomach  and  in  the  circulation  of  my  blood?   What  empty  stupefaction  is  overtaxing  my  brain? Should  I  take  something  for  it  or  commit  suicide?
Alvaro de Campos - Poems (Bicarbonate  of  Soda)
16.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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Louis Artan de Saint Martin - L’ Epave (1871) 
15.08.2018
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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Vasily Polenov - The patient (1886)
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mors-meta-malorum-blog · 7 years ago
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15.08.2018
“I have so many scars, torrid fears, perhaps soon, a forest awaits for me… calling me home, wherefrom I will never return.”
— Channing M
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