September 2011
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Вот и лето прошло,
Словно и не бывало.
На пригреве тепло.
Только этого мало....
– Now the summer has passed. It might never have been. It is warm in the sun, But it isn’t enough. All that might’ve occurred Like a five-fingered leaf Fluttered into my hands, But it isn’t enough. Neither evil nor good Has yet vanished in vain, It all burned and was light, But it isn’t...
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There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say ‘She asked for storms.’ The entire...
– Anna Akhmatova, Thunder (via sovietik)
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In certain situations, replying ‘nothing’ when asked what one is thinking about...
– Albert Camus (via antl3rs)
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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via thespleenandthemuse)
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i look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright...
– Fernando Pessoa | The Book of Disquiet | pg. 134 (via evoketheforms)
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August 2011