While studying Italian, my eyes are caught by the painting on my wall: Two hands are trying to touch each other. One, the upper one, is almost without any energy, just and only able to hold up his left hand. The other one on the contrary, touching from bottom with his right hand looks much stronger. It is easy to feel His energy. For at least the last twenty years, I have been watching this small square on my wall where ever I lived. Yet I saw the original painting only last year when I was in… Continue
Added by Deniz Kite on December 14, 2008 at 2:42pm —
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It's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love