“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
Art – Felix Vallotton
“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.”
Pablo Neruda
Art – Félix Vallotton, The Visit, 1899
“Between history and myth, set against a definite time and place and soaring up towards timeless heights to express eternal truths of the spirit and its works, The Ballad of the Argesh Monastery or of Master Manole is endowed with that strange and fruitful ambiguity of the great creations handed down to us by the ancient world.”
– Zoe Dumitrescu Bușulenga (Translated by Dan Duțescu)
“What a dream I dreamed
In my sleep! Meseemed
A whisper from high,
A voice from the sky,
Told me verily
That whatever we
In daytime have wrought
Shall nights come to naught…”
I illustrate with Félix Vallotton, Church of the Hurlus in ruins,1917
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