Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Friday, September 25, 2009

Danae


Today I am one of Klimt's muses, held together by golden strands of satin cloth and the glimmer of precious and hard-edged jewels, as I am dreamily submerged in delusions of grandeur.

"These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism."
-Virginia Woolf


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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 26, 2009 at 6:17 PM

    Virginia Woolf makes me be at peace with my depressive episodes.

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  2. Miss Ena BîmeSeptember 28, 2009 at 9:39 PM

    I know what you mean. [♥]

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