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The Book of Longing

by Leonard Cohen

I can’t make the hills The system is shot I’m living on pills For which I thank G-d

I followed the course From chaos to art Desire the horse Depression the cart

I sailed like a swan I sank like a rock But time is long gone Past my laughing stock

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn’t write What the night penciled in

My animal howls My angel’s upset But I’m not allowed A trace of regret

For someone will use What I couldn’t be My heart will be hers Impersonally

She’ll step on the path She’ll see what I mean My will cut in half And freedom between

For less than a second Our lives will collide The endless suspended The door open wide

Then she will be born To someone like you What no one has done She’ll continue to do

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book

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The French Netflix uploaded this on twitter…….

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i think it’s brave i think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest i think it’s brave that you keep on living even if you don’t know how to anymore i think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight i know there are days when you feel like giving up but i think it’s brave that you never do

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5tF3Xg7A8k)

We can dream.

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At any streetcorner the feeling of of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

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- B. Kelley G.

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"I'm hungry I'm thirsty."

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il Tanka della settimana.. Nel campo d'autunno si sente il richiamo del grillo che aspetta qualcuno. Orsù, andrò a chiedergli se sono io l'atteso.

あきの野に人松虫のこえすなり我かと行きていざ訪はむ Anonimo

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You’ll forget it when you’re dead, and so will I. When I’m dead, I’m going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Cat’s Cradle- Kurt Vonnegut (via el-lfrog)