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Singing within my heart is the dreamlike melody of the Ocean.

Renée Vivien, from "La Conque", Evocations

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Kurt Arrigo

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Edouard Boubat, Paris, 1951

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“But life holds mystery for us yet. In a hundred places we can still sense the source: a play of pure powers that—when you feel it—brings you to your knees.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘A Year with Rilke’ excerpt from Sonnets to Orpheus 

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Heiner Luepke

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Delicately They Dance by Ludvig Cimbrelius

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Oh, arpeggios of my intense solitude... I have only dreams, dreams, and a few faint chords of delicate harmony from your accidental love.

Julia de Burgos, from Amado

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Arnold Heim - Atlantic, Time of recording at 5.30 p.m. 22.02.1915

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Reinhold Begas

Der elektrische Funke, 1887

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“However rare true love may be, true friendship is even rarer.”

— François de La Rochefoucauld, Moral Reflections

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Luciana Marti Kundera

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Alexander Tkachev

Tulips.

Palladium print. printed in 2013

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i think my heart was made for slow things. tea that takes time. stories that don’t rush. people who don’t ask "why are you so quiet?" as if quiet is a flaw.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, Rapture and Melancholy: The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Hélène Desplechin

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If you look back at it, you'll see the world rolling by on a tear. As you breathe, exhale the precious nostalgia that surrounds you, a mist woven with forgiveness and regret that makes you queen of the underside of heaven.

Olga Orozco, from On the Upside Down of Heaven

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Berlin, 2022

Photo: Roland Helbig