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“Bien sÁ»r, dit le renard. Tu n’es encore pour moi qu’un petit garçon tout semblable Á  cent mille petits garçons. Et je n’ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n’as pas besoin de moi non plus. Je ne suis pour toi qu’un renard semblable Á  cent mille renards. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, nous aurons besoin [...]
“It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.”  Kurt Cobain’s suicide note
“The highest, as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean [...]
  Avec ma gueule de métèque, de juif errant de pâtre grec et mes cheveux aux quatre vents. Avec mes yeux tout délavés, qui me donnent l’air de ráver, moi qui ne ráve plus souvent. Avec mes mains de maraudeur, de musicien et de rôdeur, qui ont pillé tant de jardins. Avec ma bouche qui [...]
28 years ago, Mark David Chapman killed John Lennon, and threw away all my dreams of being his lover… anyway, I have always acted like his old widow this day, so here is my little tribute to him this year… All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dream Seems like all I [...]
“Harry”, cried Dorian Gray, coming over and sitting down beside him, “why is it that I cannot feel this tragedy as much as I want to? I don’t think I am heartless. Do you?” “You have done too many foolish things during the last fortnight to be entitled to give yourself that name, Dorian”, answered [...]
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways, I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I’ve [...]
Today, John Lennon would celebrate his 68th birthday, and I hope his son Sean is celebrating his 33th… this is my tribute as a Beatles’ and John Lennon’s fan. I don’t believe in any God, he is not physically here nor in heaven for me. He is dead, but that doesn’t mean he has dissapeared: [...]
“Basil, my dear boy, puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices, his principles, and his common sense. The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, [...]
    Si me hubieran los miedos sucedido como me sucedieron los deseos, los que son llantos hoy fueran trofeos: ¡mirad el ciego error en que he vivido! Con mis aumentos proprios me he perdido; las ganancias me fueron devaneos; consulté a la Fortuna mis empleos, y en ellos adquirí pena y gemido. Perdí, con [...]
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