“Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd As herds of bellowing buses drive by Love's anguish tightens your throat As if you were never to be loved again If you lived in the old days you would enter a monastery You are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayer You make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter crackles The sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your life It's a painting hanging in a dark museum And sometimes you go and look at it close up” LovePrayerLaughingPaintingPrayingLaughterParisAnguishCityCrowdMuseumMonastery Book:Zone Source: Zone
“S'en est allée l'amante Au village voisin malgré la pluie Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante Pour danser avec un autre que lui Les femmes mentent mentent” LovePoetryHurtLiesFakeHiding The Truth Author:Guillaume Apollinaire
“I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.” KnowsMenWantLoveHeartDivides Author:Guillaume Apollinaire
