She also shared this pretty much perfect piece of poetry with me, which we had with tea and chocolate:
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| Matisse - Icarus |
THIS HEAVY CRAFT
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The wax has melted
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though grounded
in my flesh
have one bright section in me
where a bird
night after starry night
while I'm asleep
unfolds its phantom wings
and practices.
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though grounded
in my flesh
have one bright section in me
where a bird
night after starry night
while I'm asleep
unfolds its phantom wings
and practices.
4 comments:
Minos of abstinence bringing absinthe in a cup of starry VanGogh. Keep unifolding the lids on those wings everynight and make your wishes come true, away from the sun.
:)
(: ʇɥƃıɹ ǝq oʇ unɟ s,ʇı
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLTUOYEvddw
delivered :)
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