Contretemps

The poet has a foot in the mud,

an eye on the stars,

and a dagger in his hand.

Poetry is a rough magic that fuses opposites.

P.B., P.B.

Бесы

'The world's a swindle!'

Keserédes

Feels like Monday all over again

The Cat Empire - The Lost Song (live)

The Cat Empire - The Lost Song (live)
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Gloomy 'Saturday'

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

I wish this could be a happy song

Дождь

Feels like summer rain...

In the words of Hamlet 'That's wormwood, wormwood.'

one more time with feeling

Try it again, breathing's just a rhythm

Untitled

It is only through magic that life stays awake

Staccato

The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,

Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.

T.S.Eliot

Die Blütezeit

Blumen, blumen, blumen

dirty lenses

Today is a fine day to/for relapse.

La femme d'argent

Mad. Ave. Perfume AD

by Marvin Martin

'The woman left. The laughter stopped. 

But... the man is still here. Not like that... All alone.'

when our souls were introduced

Parov stelar ft. lilja bloom - Shine
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