Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, daß Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle.
Kafka an Milena
Nor is it perhaps really love when I say that for me you are the most beloved; love is to me that you are the knife which I turn within myself.
Yes. And this turning of the knife in one's own flesh makes one speak to the beloved with a cruelty that is almost unbelievable when remembered, later in the day....
ReplyDeleteAnd there is regret, which heats the blade to turn again....
excelenta !
ReplyDeleteimi place tare mult !
yes, james, this is also true. but he says that SHE is that knife he turns in himself, I believe this changes the perspective a little.
ReplyDeletemultumesc, bogdan, ma bucur :-)
ReplyDeletefrumos portre, frumos chip, fumosi ochi.
ReplyDeleteplace-mi cum si-au impartit culorile intre ele cadrul. a luat fiecare cate o jumatate.
foarte fain scumpa doamna.
doar de bine!
scump domn, ma rasfatati :-P
ReplyDeletedar asa cred si eu, ca e foarte frumoasa, si are o privire ucigatoare aici, si misterioasa, cumva.
Great photo, beautiful words. J'ai oublié de te féliciter pour ton prix! C'est tellement mérité, je suis heureuse pour toi.
ReplyDeleteHi Roxana
ReplyDeletewith this picture, you have reached a sublime height. i am aware that praise is superfluous now, you are beyond it. i think i know this woman and this pose!
and this knife......
belle source, je te remercie de tout coeur...
ReplyDeletekubla, not at all, I want to hear about what you love and especially why...
ReplyDeletecould it be that we all know this face and this pose and this knife?
ah... schoener Zitat... schoenes Bild.. voller Emotzionen.
ReplyDeleteich danke dir, christian :-)
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