malidinapoli:
sleepless
malidinapoli:
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world. (Leonard Cohen)
malidinapoli:
La ricchezza della vita è fatta di ricordi, dimenticati. (Cesare Pavese)
malidinapoli:
It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does. (Allen Ginsberg)
malidinapoli:
a pledge redeemed
malidinapoli:
whispering the hours
malidinapoli:
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow. (Pirandello)
malidinapoli:
liquid crystal phase
malidinapoli:
landscape
malidinapoli:
tempted to touch
malidinapoli:
Just when I seemed about to learn!
malidinapoli:
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head.