There must be as many stars as there are trains of thought
Boundless leaps chasing each other inexhaustible
Sometimes it takes two hands to rein them all in,
Stars and thoughts.
And who would have known that in the midst of all this
Velvet confusion, there is yet another to take the place
Of nebulas and supernovas
Another wave begins.
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LIFE. LANGUAGE. HYPNOSIS.
the somnambulist
- hannilou
- "across the ocean of roofs i can see a middle-aged woman, her face already lined, who is forever bending over something and who never goes out. out of her face, her dress and her gestures, out of practically nothing at all, i have made up this woman's story or rather legend, and sometimes i tell it to myself and weep." (charles baudelaire)