Kate Bush - An Architect’s Dream
(with footage from Claude Friese-Greene’s The Open Road, 1924)
Une nuit au château de Versailles // A night at the Palace of Versailles
Le temps d’un rêve
Le temps d’une nuit
Visitez Versailles endormi !
The time of a dream
The time of a night
Visit Versailles asleep!
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I’m discovering this new video. I would love to say simply that I love it. But it strangely touches me actually and at the same time makes me think… And I read this comment : “ […]
It is evocative, I would dare to say, dreamy and, at the same time, it makes you think a lot…
It would be wonderful to watch a long version of this video… :) […] “ the second comment, and yep I feel that.
Also, I love a lot these musical transitions around 2:29 first and second around 2:49.
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I was watching it in those lights : lumières fauves <3
and trying to make the light caressing my skin for a soft mood and finally feeling in an artificial sunset :)
Just saw this fragment of a sentence and love it :
“ your eyes are full of language. “
but realized that at first I read it like this in my mind “your eyes are full of a language” and in a way I love this version like that too ^^
By the way, source >
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke, wr. July 3, 1964
When I cook something and think that maybe I should have used a bigger container… <_< ;D
By the way, I thought of a scene with Lauren Bloom, taking a cooking class and making a crazy mess in the kitchen. It really made me laugh. I could visualise the crazy mess. ^^
An acknowledgment that Lauren never thought she needed ❤❤❤
The way Leyla slides her hand into Lauren’s, all the fluidity and soft movement with the warm light in the background. And then Lauren’s reaction, touched I think, who couldn’t expect it <3
just read this : “untamed magic” . And really love this expression <3
your hand touching mine.
this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan
― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―
—Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe
I tried this today. My first time. I think I like to write “my first time” ahahah, but there are so many first times (an infinity) in this world, that’s crazy, preciously crazy.
Some Wakame on the top, and then a mix of rice, vegetables and a touch of fruits of the sea. A Japanese speciality, certainly not as good as the Japanese specialities that you taste in Japan, as for any speciality from anywhere, I just guess… OR let’s say that there is a translation of the flavour, so something is lost/transformed in the translation and there are many translations all around the world… <_<
Yesterday, I had the very sweet surprise and pleasure of seeing a deer just in front of the sunset during like 5 minutes, maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less. Just like that, so close, in a clear field, just in front of the sunset, in those conditions, it was the first time. <3
It was a young deer. I think it was calling an adult, or other members with some sort of little groans (?). Actually, it came out of a sunflower field - all dry but still up, waiting to be harvested - it crossed the road while I was riding a bike, then stopped and looked at in my direction, certainly behind me. And after those magical minutes, really, it crossed again the road and came back in the sunflower field.
I didn’t have my camera with me. And I’m thinking of a quote I read once, something like “the most beautiful photos are those that couldn’t be taken” something like that or at least this is the idea, and I think it can make sense. And I’m thinking of literature and writers who have the gift to describe images with a lot of details and in a very fluid and clear way.
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This video is like a little documentary about Julie Gautier, underwater dancer and choregrapher. She talks about her relationship with water but not only. I would love to add that she also talks about her relationship with what inspires her and an environment around her, mostly nature, her position through it, and even more… the way it’s filmed and presented, really projects a sense of peace.
Just a very tiny presentation with my words and for sure the best is to watch it ^^
Flying or at least trying. For sure only my feet are on the ground. :)
Those are like when you try to look like a dandelion with tousled hair wearing a beanie at the same time …
and it becomes an unidentified floral species ;D
Meaning, balance. It creates a harmony, a personal and unique one. Being in harmony with ‘yourself’ (as much as possible), something essential in an individual way I think. But then, when you can suddenly hear an echo with someone’s else harmony, or a connection or a language that opens doors that expanse your harmony and you can realize that it matters to this person, maybe it’s like suddenly hearing a symphonie at the heart of yourself and around yourself, a very unique one, limitless in time and space, swirling in the air, in the universe, an extension in constant motion…
Tallie, writing & reading…
“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
— Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
A deafening heart, beats fast for thee
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Abigail & Tallie, The World to Come
I was moved by this quote too :
I have no way of knowing what is to come, but I do know that all of the trust and care and courage we shared — that will all shine on us and protect us. You are my city of joy.
Tallie (Vanessa Kirby), The World to Come
“I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.”
Gustave Flaubert, November, 1842
J'ai essayé de découvrir, dans la rumeur des forêts et des vagues, des mots que ne pouvaient entendre les autres hommes, et j'ai dressé l'oreille pour écouter se révéler leur harmonie.