Memory of France

Together with me recall: the sky of Paris,
that giant autumn crocus...
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:
they were blue and they opened up in the water.
It began to rain in our room,
and our neighbour came in. Monsieur Le Songe, a lean little man.
We played cards, I lost the irises of my eyes;
you lent me your hair, I lost it, he struck us down.
He left by the door, the rain followed him out.
We were dead and were able to breathe.


Paul Celan

do i dare disturb the universe?

via grace and lauren

bonito

Celestial Bodies - Turn Into You from Ferry Gouw on Vimeo.

I am pretty sure this morning the tube driver said 'this train is ready to depart, mind the fucking doors'.