Edward Hopper, Excursion into philosophy, 1959 We’ll sleep togethertonight,my woman,in great lust.We’ll complete what we started time ago,and never finished.You and I in an embrace suitable for the worst bloodline.You and I in a martyr kissof the worst kind.Will we endor will we end to love each other?Barefoot whores are waiting for me out there,naked, with …
Oliviero Ortodeo – Dormiremo insieme / We’ll sleep together Read More »
Antonio Mancini, Resting, 1887 I myself have punished life by living it.Till where my heart could bearI boldly ventured.Now my day is no elsethan a sterile repetitionof ill habitsand I wish I could set free from the black circle.Once I make it to dawn,a fancy takes hold of me, a cravingof not to sleep.And I …
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, In bed, 1893 By chance, while you’re asleepwith my fingers I unintentionally tickle you, and you laugh,you laugh, still asleep,you laugh satisfied with your body, you embrace life even in slumber,like that day you told me:let me sleep, I have to finish a dream. Per caso mentre tu dormiper un involontario movimento delle ditati …
Antonio Porta – Per caso mentre tu dormi / By chance, while you’re asleep Read More »
George Hendrik Breitner, Reclining nude, c. 1887 Horrible night of insomnia! – without the presence of your dear blessed body next to me, without kissed your lips as though too wily and always in bad faith, without your mouth all lies, but so away when I think and who knows how to cheer from the …
Paul Verlaine – Orribile notte d’insonnia / Awful Night Read More »
Correggio, Venus and Cupid with a Satyr, c. 1528 If I could find her all alone,sleeping or playing so for fun, I’d steal the sweetest kiss I’ve known –I lack the worth to ask for one. Lady, by God, lady, our love’s getting nowhere;time flies away while we lose the best sharewe must speak only with …
Joan Mirò, The Tilled Field, 1923 It slept in you like a dry fibroma, like a thin tapeworm, a dream, now it crushes the gravel, now it shakes its own shadow; now it screeches, swallows, urinates, having always waited for the taste of camomile, the rabbit’s temperature, the noise of the hail, the shape of …
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