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"We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting"

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Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man

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"I dream of another soul in another body"

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For you, my love I went to a bird market And I bought a bird For you My love I went to a flower market And I bought a flower For you My love I went to a junk market And I bought a chain A heavey chain For you My love And I went to a slave market And I searched for you But I couldn't find you anywhere My love

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Dance first, "breathe" later...the natural order

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look at her, she's a battered slipper under the door, an old sweater left in a box above the closet. That's me. I am all the stray kittens I have saved, but no one will ever save me because no one can ever save anyone, I am my dry hands, my bald hands, my fucking useless hands that failed to caress you through the head, which failed to make your heart ache, the queen of failure, look, I'm a wild horse that only you can fuck, tame me, look what we are, look how much dust I can swallow, you forgot, you forgot what I am, look so you never forget it again, I'm a leaf that falls, where the hell are you? You said you would fall, why are you holding on? did I hurt you my love? I am hurting you; are you in pain; are you drowning? look at me to remember, it's all a celebration...

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“Your body is a hyacinth, Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers. Our silence is a black cavern, From which a soft animal steps at times And slowly lowers heavy eyelids. On your temples black dew drips, The last gold of expired stars”

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First we feel. Then we fall ...“Answer: They war loving, they love laughing, they laugh weeping, they weep smelling, they smell smiling, they smile hating, they hate thinking, they think feeling, they feel tempting, they tempt daring, they dare waiting, they wait taking, they take thanking, they thank seeking, they seek........."

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”love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark”

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“I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...”

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“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: - and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”

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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

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"A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism"

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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star

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“So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.”

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