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” …and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.”
RILKE
It’s that bad taste in your mouth my friend. I know all about it and where it comes from…
“I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.”
r.m. Rılke