Ephéméride éclectique d'une librocubiculariste glossophile et mélomane.
7 Juin 2023
Daria Petrilli A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths I'm trying to decipher the horror of un-holiness I have no doubt you'll figure it out someday Calo, calo, cale Then the sparrows will sing on the boulevards, again And on the corridors...
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T Bone Walker They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so bad The eagle flies on Friday Saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on Friday...
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Man beside the wheelbarrow - Dorothea Lange The Red Wheelbarrow BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens William Carlos Williams, “The Red Wheelbarrow” from The Collected Poems...
En savoir plus27 Mai 2023
Guillaume Sorel - L'ankou Because I could not stop for Death – (479) BY EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had...
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Felix Valloton - Clair de Lune Healings 2 At midnight the north sky is blues and greys, with a thin fissure of citrine just above the horizon. It’s light when you wake, regardless of the hour. At 2 or 4 or 6am, you breathe light into your body. A rose,...
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Waving Years now, since the solemn men from the Co-op came, and zipped you into a blue bag. Not your style. I took your black fedora from its hook in the hall and donned it for you on the doorstep, waving, as they drove you off into the void. Today you’re...
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