tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post9178322224403925546..comments2023-05-14T02:13:31.056-07:00Comments on ein klage-himmel: XXX (bodies in gary, indiana)James Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-78366556526027158122013-02-24T13:32:49.102-08:002013-02-24T13:32:49.102-08:00wow! would never have guessed this was a Rilke poe...wow! would never have guessed this was a Rilke poem, must read him more :)Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-63809084977533465242013-02-07T09:20:00.184-08:002013-02-07T09:20:00.184-08:00"There is no way of telling people that they ..."There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun." ~Thomas MertonMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-12403518210247566752013-02-06T15:13:49.064-08:002013-02-06T15:13:49.064-08:00How typically masculine, I thought at first. It ta...How typically masculine, I thought at first. It takes time for a girl to become a woman; time for her to incorporate the breasts and what they might mean to her, to her future, to her new role. <br />"...a bit more alive than she's aware..." captures this moment perfectly. <br />No, she is not aware of this power, not aware of how the changes both catapult her into a future, and are the promise of the future.<br />Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-1408538870415738342013-02-06T10:14:26.392-08:002013-02-06T10:14:26.392-08:00i hold my breath and hope that the responses are a...i hold my breath and hope that the responses are as complicated as this post is. i hold my breath and come back to comment later.<br /><br />however, firstly and easily, the photograph itself is stunning.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-75464202978916426662013-02-06T09:02:37.639-08:002013-02-06T09:02:37.639-08:00Seins
Quelle chance de porter deux petits seins
...<b>Seins</b><br /><br />Quelle chance de porter deux petits seins <br />vers quelqu'un, vers l'inconnu... <br />Deux petits seins qui disent: <i>peut-être demain</i>... <br />et qui, sans rien de plus, <br />sont heureux. Entre eux le médaillon <br />avec la douce image de la mère repose; <br />on dirait que sa protection <br />les sépare, ces deux seins, pour que la jeune fille n'ose <br />les sentir tous les deux à la fois, <br />ces petits seins juvénils que l'on doit <br />porter à quelqu'un, à l'inconnu, <br />et qui vivent un peu à l'insu <br />de la porteuse. <br />Vont-ils la rendre heureuse, <br />ces deux petits seins innocents qui résistent aux vents <br />de la vie?... Ces petits sein têtus, <br />d'un semblant de deuil revêtus <br />contre lequel ils posent, <br />sous d'imperceptibles alertes, <br />leurs tendres demandes de roses <br />couvertes.<br /><br />.James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.com