Virginia Woolf
Alphabetarion # Music | Claude Debussy, 1862-1918
❝ Music begins where words are powerless to express.
Music is made for the inexpressible.
I want music to seem to rise from the shadows
and indeed, sometimes to return to them. ❞
Claude Debussy, 1862-1918
Music is made for the inexpressible.
I want music to seem to rise from the shadows
and indeed, sometimes to return to them. ❞
Claude Debussy, 1862-1918
Στη σάλα / Λυρικά | Μιχάλης Κατσαρός, 1975
Την πόρτα χτύπησε.
Αν σου ανοίξουν μπες.
Αλλιώς κοιμήσου στο σκαλοπάτι
όπου καλύτερα θα ονειρευτείς
για το τι γίνεται στη σάλα.
Μιχάλης Κατσαρός, 14, Λυρικά, συλ. Σύγγραμμα 1975
Alphabetarion # Ghosts | Ralph Waldo Emerson
Raoul Ubac, La chambre (L'atelier), 1938
“Every one makes his own house and state. The ghosts are tormented with the fear of death
and cannot remember that they have died.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Man Ray, Terrain vague, 1929
Alphabetarion # The snow | Lewis Carroll
The snow
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug,
you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Lewis Carroll
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