"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness"

Lyrics from Somebody That I Used to Know,  Gotye

"I doubt you can regain your shadow"

Haruki Murakami- Hard boild wonderland and the End of the World

Beatitudes

Parking

Des attentes

Dark waters

Il mareggio del giorno

... and straight lines

Oblique rays...

Prolonged and unfulfilled desire to be reunited

"I cover up my face..."

I never meant to cause you pain
My burden is the weight of a feather
I never meant to lead you on
I only meant to please me, however

And then you tell me
Boy, we can do much more

...
Boy, we can do much more together

I'm nothing but a selfish man
I'm nothing but a privileged peddler
And did you think I'd stay the night
And did you think I'd love you forever

And then you tell me
Boy, we can do much more
...
Boy, we can do much more together

I got to tell you
Girl, I want nothing less
...
Girl, I want nothing less than pleasure

And then you tell me
Boy, we made such a mess
...
Boy, we made such a mess together

Lyrics from the song "Pleasure principle", Sufjan Stevens 
Title inspired

Les ombres

Pourquoi mon cœur bat-il si vite ? 
Qu'ai-je donc en moi qui s'agite
dont je me sens épouvanté ? 
Ne frappe-t-on pas à ma porte ? 
Pourquoi ma lampe à demi morte
m'éblouit-elle de clarté ? 
Dieu puissant ! tout mon corps frissonne. 
Qui vient ? qui m'appelle ? - 
Personne. Je suis seul ; c'est l'heure qui sonne ; 
0 solitude ; ô pauvreté
 

Mai 1835 ! 

Alfred de Musset - le poète- (1810/1857)

"Foglie d'erba"

" Io credo in te anima mia, e l'altro che io sono non deve umiliarsi
  Davanti a te ne tu davanti a lui.
  Ozia con me sopra l'erba, rimuovi il groppo dalla gola,
  Io non chiedo parole, né musica, né rime, né conferenze o patrocini, sia   pure i migliori,
  Solo la nenia mi appaga, il mormorio della tua voce a bocca chiusa.
  
  Rammento come una volta in un simile limpido mattino d'estate noi due giacevamo,
  E tu posavi il capo di traverso sui miei fianchi e ti volgevi a me con tenerezza,
  E aperta la camicia sullo sterno, affondasti la lingua dentro al mio cuore nudo,
  E ti stendesti fino a sentire la mia barba, e ti stendesti fino a trattenermi i piedi. "

 Da "Foglie d'erba - Canto di me stesso 1-6" di Walt Whitman, Rizzoli, 1997

Ceux qui veillent sur mon sommeil

"Un dimanche comme les autres"

"Jeune goinfre"

Casquette,
De moire,
Quéquette
D’ivoire,

Toilette
Très noire,
Paul guette
L’armoire,

Projette
Languette
Sur poire,

S’apprête,
Baguette,
Et foire.

A. R.

Jeune goinfre- Arthur Rimbaud, Album Zutique - Poetica.fr

Entends...

Entends comme brame
près des acacias
en avril la rame
viride du pois !
Dans sa vapeur nette,
vers Phoebé ! tu vois
s’agiter la tête
de saints d’autrefois…
Loin des claires meules
des caps, des beaux toits,
ces chers Anciens veulent
ce philtre sournois…
Or ni fériale
ni astrale ! n’est
la brume qu’exhale
ce nocturne effet.
Néanmoins ils restent,
- Sicile, Allemagne,
dans ce brouillard triste
et blêmi, justement !

Entends comme brame- Arthur Rimbaud, Derniers vers- source Poetica.fr

Voyages (Hart Crane) - III -

Infinite consanguinity it bears—

This tendered theme of you that light   

Retrieves from sea plains where the sky   

Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones;   

While ribboned water lanes I wind

Are laved and scattered with no stroke   

Wide from your side, whereto this hour   

The sea lifts, also, reliquary hands.

And so, admitted through black swollen gates   

That must arrest all distance otherwise,—

Past whirling pillars and lithe pediments,   

Light wrestling there incessantly with light,   

Star kissing star through wave on wave unto   

Your body rocking!

                            and where death, if shed,   

Presumes no carnage, but this single change,—

Upon the steep floor flung from dawn to dawn   

The silken skilled transmemberment of song;

Permit me voyage, love, into your hands ...    

Source:   - The Complete Poems of Hart Crane (Liveright Publishing Corporation, 2001) - extract 

Crane's ends

Le poète américain Hart Crane se suicide le 27 avril 1932 en se jetant du pont d’un paquebot  dans la mer des Caraïbes . 
Ses dernières paroles furent : « Goodbye, everybody ! »

Source Wikipedia

51 gradi di lontananza

 51 degrés d'éloignement

Tree man

Gale-force's feeling