à la plage
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I have an invisible mark on me, like Cain, that indicates that I’m a seeker. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
We all share the same origin, our mothers; all of us come in at the same door. But each of us—experiments of the depths—strive toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone
(Demian - Hermann Hesse)
“sometimes when I find the key and climb deep into myself where the images of fate lie aslumber in the dark mirror, I need only bend over that dark mirror to behold my own image…” Demian - Hermann Hesse
Who killed the beautiful days?
tribute to “Primavera di Botticelli”
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Tribute to Homer & Langley
