I cannot express it;
but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.
What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning:
my great thought in living is himself.

E. Bronte "Wuthering heights"

He's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Kundera o miłości na dziś

"Przypomniał sobie znany mit z Uczty Platona: ludzie byli najpierw hermafrodytami i bóg przedzielił każdego człowieka na dwie połowy, które od tego czasu błądzą po świecie szukając się nawzajem. Miłość jest tęsknotą po utraconej połowie nas samych.
Przypuśćmy, że tak jest; że każdy z nas ma gdzieś na świecie partnera, z którym kiedyś tworzył jedno ciało. Ta druga połowa Tomasza to była dziewczyna ze snu. Ale człowiek nie odnajdzie drugiej połowy siebie samego. Zamiast niej poślą mu w koszyku po wodzie Teresę. Co się jednak stanie, kiedy później naprawdę spotka kobietę, która była mu przeznaczona, drugą połowę siebie? Kogo wybierze? Kobietę z koszyka czy kobietę z mitu Platona?"

Cytat z Nieznośnej Lekkości Bytu. 
Oczywiście, zamieściłam cytat wyrwany z kontekstu, jednakże nie jest Wam on potrzebny. Chodziło mi o sam koncept. Koncept, który przykuł moją uwagę w momencie, gdy sama zadaję sobie pytanie o definicję "miłości".

My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed
Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest

Oh, Baby I am Lost...

I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
And if love is not the key. If love is not a key.
I hope that I can find a place where it could be

I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That I alone have let them pass

Oh, Baby I am yours...

Nicolas Jaar - Let's Live For Today #Berlin, 2012# from Marta Romero on Vimeo.

When I think of all the worries people seem to find
And how they're in a hurry to complicate their mind
By chasing after money and dreams that can't come true
(...)
May others plan their future, I'm busy lovin' you

Baby please come close to me
I got to have you now, please, please, please

still alive who you love

so I’m ridding all your stories
what I know, what it is, is pouring – wire it up!

you’re breaking your ground

I don't want to judge
What's in your heart
But if you're not ready for love
How can you be ready for life?

So let's love fully
And let's love loud
Let's love now
'Cause soon enough we'll die

Oh Florence, I would love to meet U

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

O iluzjo zakłamana,
O diable, co śmiejesz się z wrażliwej duszy.
O uczucie niepokonane,
O wyznanie niespisane.

(...)

Czyż to przekleństwo,
czy błogosławieństwo?

O kacie, co drwisz z mego losu,
spuść zapadnię,
bądź rozluźnij więzy.

Bym mogła odetchnąć na wieki.

With every goodbye you learn.

So you planned your garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

. the less you speak,
the easier it is to stay  with the self image i've created or you

tell me

real

There's something wrong with our hearts
When they beat pure, they stand apart
In the black room, the light
Watch the seabird fall
Real love, it finds you somewhere with your back to it.

photo: weheartit.com

never hesitate...

the way

i feel tonight

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