I stretch my hands out
Drizzling rain
Hoping you’ll take them into yours
Hold on
And don’t let go
Say
Let’s run through these streets
Let’s chase the sunshine
We know exists
Say
Let’s run away
Find some other place
I’m sick of this hussle
These buildings reaching for the sky
What happened to the color green
What happened to our beautiful sun?
Sometimes you see a stranger
In the back of a grimy room
Standing with a beer in hand
Sometimes you catch him smile
Sometimes you see a stranger
And suddenly he’s not a stranger anymore
I want something real
I want our bodies intertwined
I want fingers gripping fingers
I don’t want to let go
I want something real
I scream to the void
I want something real
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Vogue Australia April 2013
"Not all hummingbirds must become
hallucinations. Seeing is holding
the sky without ever touching it."
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1996
Photographer : Michel Comte
commovente:
“Once upon a time we loved each other.”
Marlene Dietrich veiled by cigarette smoke in Shanghai Express (von Sternberg, 1932).
"People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you."
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