« This is my freedom, This is my voice, My piece of venom, My blind eyed choice. These are my movements, These are my arms, This is my trumpet, These are my drums, drums, drums Let me go, Let me go, Let me go, let me go. This is my moment, Again and again, I’m not in existence, I have never been. I am my future, I’m on my way, For ever, for ever, Lets play, lets play, play, play. Let me go, let me go, Let me go, let me go. »
« In the very deep lake of your eyes My poor heart drowns and melts There it undoes In the water of love and madness Memory and Melancholy » (Guillaume Apollinaire, Poems to Lou 1914)
« When will we meet again? When will the earthy taste of your lips once again brush against the anxiety of my mind? The earth is like a whirlwind of mortal lips. Life digs before us the abyss of all the caresses that have been lacking. What do we have to do with this angel who has not been able to show himself? Will all our sensations be forever intellectual, and will our dreams not manage to catch fire on a soul whose emotion will help us die. What is this death where we are forever alone, where love does not show us the way? » (Antonin Artaud Art and Death, 1929)
« No, she troubles me, seduces me and worries me, attracts me and frightens me. I am wary of her like a trap, and I want her like a sorbet when you are thirsty. I am subject to her charm. I feel in contact with an abnormal being, outside the natural rules, exquisite or detestable, I do not know.
I tell you that you are in love.
It is possible after all. She worries me a lot.. I think about her too much, I think about her when I fall asleep and also when I wake up, it is quite serious.
Her image follows me, pursues me constantly always in front. » (Guy de Maupassant)
. « In that happy night, I stood in secret, no one saw me, and I saw nothing to guide me, except the light that burned in my heart. » (Saint John of the Cross)
« You see I keep thinking about you and I don’t write to you suddenly I look at the sky that passing cloud and maybe you in your waterfront you will look at a cloud and that is my letter something flowing indecipherable. »(Julio Cortazar)
« My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that…In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. »(Albert Camus)
« It may not be too late we must still try To live pushes aside the threads of the rain the wild wind Comes like a horse that gets up what a beauty You have probably crumpled the river but everything flows Since the black waters of childhood
Your sorrow Your rage you must throw everything in the sewers and bathe Naked in the leaves of the sky wrapped in clouds You must fly like an angel laugh sing and laugh Pass through all the rooms write a poem That you will read on all the roads in all the beds A poem that gives a thousand lives Don’t give up Hope
An abandonment is a tree that dies. « (Alain Duault)
« One night I fall asleep with him Though I know we aren’t allowed to And I feel the fever burning inside me Without having a shadow of remorse And the dawn brings me to sleep I do not want the sun to come
When I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him I’ve lost my mind a little
And I’m no longer from here Oh! I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet When he hugs me close against him When I feel that I fit in his life
I pray for fate to pull me through I pray for the devil to take me And anxiety turns its face towards me And makes me speak its language
But when I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him
I’ve lost my mind a little And I’m no longer from here. No I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet. » (Véronique Sanson)
« The grace of novelty is to love what the flower is to fruit: it gives it a luster that fades easily and never returns. » (François de La Rochefoucauld)