Eugène Delacroix, The Death of Sardanapalus, 1827 There is such loneliness in that gold. The moon of the nights is not the moon who the first Adam saw. The long centuries of human vigil have filled her with ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror. C’è tanta solitudine in quell’oro. La luna delle …
John William Waterhouse, Mariana in the south, 1897 I want your hidden look, your real smile –that lonely, mocking smile your mirror knows. Voglio il tuo sguardo nascosto, il tuo vero sorriso, quel sorriso beffardo e solitario che il tuo impassibile specchio conosce. Go back to album – J. L. Borges
Federico Beltrán Masses,Pola Negri and Rudolph Valentino, 1924 What can I hold you with? I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon. I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts …
Ferdinand Hodler, The day, III, 1910 Whoever embraces a woman is Adam. The woman is Eve. Everything happens for the first time. I saw something white in the sky. They tell me it is the moon, but what can I do with a word and a mythology. Trees frighten me a little. They are so …
Roberto Ferri (b. 1978), Perpetua The writings left behind by those your dread implores won’t have to save you. You are not the others, and you see your feet have brought you to the center of a maze their tread has plotted. Jesus’ pain will afford no pardon, nor Socrates’ suffering, nor the inviolate Golden …
Jorge Luis Borges – Tu non sei gli altri / You are not the others Read More »
Roy Lichtenstein, I can see, 1961 I have committed the worst of sins One can commit. I have not been Happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion Take and engulf me, mercilessly. My parents bore me for the risky And the beautiful game of life, For earth, water, air and fire. I failed them, I was …
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