I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
...On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden...
Mots clés synaesthesia
I dreamily and digestively drowse. I have time, between synaesthesias. And it's extraordinary to think that, if I were asked right now what I want for this short life, I could think nothing better than these long slow minutes, this absence of thought and emotion, of action and almost o sensation itself, this inner sunset of dissipated desire. And then it occurs to me, almost without thinking, that most if not all people live like this, with greater or lesser consciousness, moving forward or standing still, but still with the very same indifference towards ultimate aims, the same renunciation of their personal goals, the same watered-down life.
Fernando PessoaMots clés synaesthesia
The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness
Fernando PessoaMots clés synaesthesia
The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.
Megan HartMots clés love poem ink synaesthesia
Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.
Megan HartMots clés jealousy megan-hart synaesthesia
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