tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post4330666740991028496..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: dolls, lances, roses and foxesRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-33167344496259409712008-05-29T16:51:00.000+03:002008-05-29T16:51:00.000+03:00I understand this kind of tired and scared, I thin...I understand this kind of tired and scared, I think....<BR/><BR/>It is <I>the big question</I>--- how are we going to marry what is necessary with zufaellig circumstance in a way that makes sense?<BR/><BR/>I don't know.<BR/><BR/>I no longer believe that my dim little poems will lead to an answer, but what else is there for me, now that I have become --- par hasard, certes --- qui écrit des poèmes (sauf que je sais très mal comment se font les mots en poème).<BR/><BR/>I can't go on. I go on.<BR/><BR/>I'm happy to have found you, and to have the opportunity to communicate about these things. That matters.James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-48951147937307248632008-05-28T23:58:00.000+03:002008-05-28T23:58:00.000+03:00thank you, james. and the problem is exactly what ...thank you, james. and the problem is exactly what we manage to do with this "zufaellig", the chance that made us be, in that particular place, at that particular moment in time... but then perhaps we just get tired and scared... I guess "amor fati" is not for everyone... I don't know...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-26844043116320288332008-05-28T23:29:00.000+03:002008-05-28T23:29:00.000+03:00Aber ich bin nur zufallich ich, nicht wahr?A lovel...Aber <I>ich bin nur zufallich ich</I>, nicht wahr?<BR/><BR/>A lovely post. I'm hoping Anonymous is wrong....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-73706598264941934362008-05-28T16:47:00.000+03:002008-05-28T16:47:00.000+03:00That was so touching and so sad(sigh). The problem...That was so touching and so sad(sigh). <BR/><BR/>The problem with porcelain dolls is that they break too easily. What to do, would there be beauty without fragility? <BR/><BR/>Sometimes I wonder if ragdolls are any better.<BR/><BR/>Came across this and thought you might like it Miss Andreea (if you excuse me for being absolutely frank).<BR/><BR/>Did you happen to see Rag,<BR/>China eyes under that shag?<BR/>She’s a dog with ragged fur<BR/>Very pretty, as it were.<BR/>Looks like she is patched together.<BR/><BR/>Never could work out if that ragged fur was straight or curly :)<BR/><BR/>I stumbled across your blog. Why do I get the feeling this is your last post? If so, I don't know whether to say 'hello' or 'goodbye'. Perhaps this will help:<BR/><BR/>but now it's come to distances and both of us must try<BR/>your eyes are soft with sorrow<BR/>Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.<BR/><BR/>keep well.<BR/><BR/>Yours,<BR/><BR/>a clown.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com