Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, “Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.”
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I’m as puzzled as a newborn child.
I’m as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: “Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you.”
“Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you.”

song to the siren | tim buckley

Nan Goldin

Vais pensar que fui eu que te escolhi. Eu. Tu. Tu que és a cada instante o todo de ti mesmo em relação a mim, e é assim seja o que for que fizeres, por mais longe ou perto que estejas da minha esperança.

Marguerite Duras

The stars will explode in the sky
O but they don’t, do they?

nick cave