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Andrea Costantini

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ايش تويتر حقك ؟

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Temptations, 2001

@Jason Langer

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Autumn   -     Isabel Quintanilla , 1992

Spanish, b.1938-

Oil on canvas,  130 x 100cm.

Galerie Berlin,Hamburgo.

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Theo Eble (1899-1974) — Bright Night [oil on canvas, 1943]

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...e non voler essere in nessun altro posto.

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Sue Tilley: Illuminate, auto-glass sculpture, from her Under the Glass Ceiling Exhibit (2012)

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“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”

— Benjamin Mee, We Bought a Zoo

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“When does real love begin?

At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. 

At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?

At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.”

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From a Journal of Love

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