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I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries 
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose 
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Translated by Mark Eisner

  1. Bloom - Paper Kites (listen to it, it’s hauntingly beautiful)
  2. And Then I Kissed Him - Gavin Greenaway
  3. Small Bump- Ed Sheeran
  4. Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran
  5. Gotten - Slash
  6. Whatever you like- Anya Marina
  7. The Way You Look Tonight- Maroon 5
  8. Do You Remember - Jack Johnson
  9. Maestro - Hans Zimmer
  10. I’m Yours - The Script
  11. Till It Happens To You - Corinne Bailey Rae
  12. Like A Star- Corinne Bailey Rae

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“My little fairy bed.” - Emily Faulstich

“My little fairy bed.” - Emily Faulstich

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Paris afternoon - when will be my turn!

Paris afternoon - when will be my turn!

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‘They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was no egoist … he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beautiful comrade, the only inseparable love … poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.’
- Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (via nickmiller)
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