She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.
Antoine de Saint-ExupéryTags: love music regret antoine-de-saint-exupery night-flight
Our field is the sky,
tilled by the sweat of motors,
in the face of night,
at the risk of our dreams---
…. … … … …
Who lived there? Whose hands were pure?
Who glowed in the night,
A ghost to other ghosts?
Who lives down below? Who cries….
Who has lost the key to their house?
Who can’t find their bed, who is sleeping
on the steps of the stairs? When morning comes, who will
dare interpret the silvery trace: look above me…When the
water pushes the watermill wheel once again,
who will dare remember the night?
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