Look Deeply In My Eyes; A Twin Mirrors Of Dusk. Beware Of The Melancholy In Them.

Let your devil come inside, let your soul fly up to the sky. Your dreams were a lie, you're not worth a life.

Michelangelo Antonioni

In the heart of silence, a wave of sound unfolds, a surge of memories, a storm of untold stories.

In this crescendo, a quiet resolve emerges, a bittersweet symphony, echoing in the soul.

“I’ve lived on this earth as if out of place,”

— Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “A Cold Breath Froze,”

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“Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same.”

— Warsan Shire

Let me be sad, it is the only way I know how to squeeze out the last drop of happiness, and then I won’t suffer as much later on.

Pedro Lemebel, My Tender Matador (translated by Katherine Silver)

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