I love you on the surface of seas
Red like the egg when it is green
Un mot et tout est perdu, un mot et tout est sauvé.
André BretonTags: poetics
Tell me whom you haunt and I’ll tell you who you are.
André BretonTags: relationships
Let us not mince words.. the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.
André Breton...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.
André BretonTags: love
A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what? Two women. What do they look like? Wearing black. Where are they? In a park. . . . And then, what are they doing? Try it, it's so easy, why don't you want to play? You know, that's how I talk to myself when I'm alone, I tell myself all kinds of stories. And not only silly stories: actually, I live this way altogether.
André BretonPartir pour le pôle intérieur de soi-même.
André BretonBeauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.
André BretonThere is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time
Words make love with one another.
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