It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but...– A Farewell To Arms — Ernest Hemingway
“I can feel the sunlight barely breaking on the sea I don’t want to miss you, I don’t want you missing me It’s about time we climb out of the wreckage I can see a way now, you could come and rescue me I don’t want to waste this, I don’t want it wasting me It’s about time we climb out of the wreckage, Sky is ours to write, we can finally send the...
I was lost in the lakes And the shapes that your body makes That your body makes, that your body makes That your body makes The mountains said I could find you here They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear I traced my finger along your trails Your body was the map, I was lost in it Floating over your rocky spine The glaciers made you, and now you’re mine Floating over your rocky...
Oh Montréal T’es tellement froide Une ours polaire dans l’autobus J’m’inspire du pire Pour m’enrichir Et je t’aime tellement que j’hallucine J’passe sous silence ton arrogance Tu gardes le rythme tu m’mets en transe J’ai c’que j’mérite et quelle jouissance “Montréal -40°C” — Malajube
Most of my wandering in the desert I’ve done alone. Not so much from choice as...– Desert Solitaire — Edward Abbey
Love flowers best in openness and freedom.– Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey