Jalali Bahman & Paul Anka

Photo by Jalali Bahman, Image of imagination



You caught me fooling around for sombody new
You caught me fooling around now I am losing you
'Cause you are a one man woman
You' re one man woman
You' re one man woman
But I am a two timing man.


Paul Anka
One man woman, one woman man

Izu Yumiko & Gyula Krudy

Photo by Izu Yumiko, Secret Garden, 2007



Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others;
we shall contemplate the sunflowers,
watch them sprout, blossom, fade away.
Yesterday they were still giants,
but now,
in autumn,
they are thatch on the roof.

Gyula Krudy,
Sunflowers

Bidaut Jayne Hinds & Virginia Woolf

Diaethria Ethusa, 1998




She was a fly,
but others were dragonflies, butterflies,
beautiful insects,
dancing, fluttering, skimming,
while she alone dragged herself up out the saucer.


Virginia Woolf
A Haunted House and Other Short Stories

Alikhanzadeh Samira & Pablo Neruda

Photo by Alikhanzadeh Samira, Peace, 2013


I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me

Beatrice Helg & Rumi

Photo by Beatrice Helg, Geometrie 1, 1984





The cure for pain is in the pain.

Rumi 

Biernat Magda & George R. R. Martin

Photo by Magda Biernat, Adrift, 2013




Nothing burns like the cold.

George R.R. Martin
A Game of Thrones 

Fokos David & Virginia Woolf

Photo by Fokos David, Edgartown lighthouse,  Massachussets, 2012

Yes,

 she thought,

 laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, 

I have had my vision.

Virginia Woolf

To the Lighthouse 

Yamamoto Masao & Pablo Neruda

Photo by Yamamoto Masao, from the series Nakazora, 2001




As if you were on fire from within.
The moon
lives
 in the lining of your skin.

Pablo Neruda

Diane Arbus & C.S. Lewis

Photo by Diane Arbus, Dancing Girl





Some day
 you will be old enough
 to start reading fairy tales again.

C. S. Lewis

Hooper Chip & P. Coelho

Photo by Chip Hooper, Giant's Tooth, Tasman Sea, 2003




Life
 always waits
 for some crisis to occur
before revealing
 itself at its
most
brilliant.

Paulo Coelho
Eleven Minutes


www.chiphooper.com

Cig Harvey & Sylvia Plath

Photo by Cig Harvey, Sadie & the Mirror, 2013




How frail the human heart must be
a mirrored pool of thought.

Sylvia Plath
Letters Home



http://www.cigharvey.com/

Seth Miller & Jane Austen

Photo by Seth Miller, Woman with Umbrella, 2011

I could easily forgive his pride, 

if he had not 

mortified mine.

Jane Austen

Pride and Prejudice

Irene De La Selva & F. Nietzsche

Photo by Irene De La Selva, Serie Galaxy



You must have
chaos
within you
to give birth
to a dancing
star

Friedrich Nitzsche



A big thanks to Irene De La Selva Photography
www.irenedelaselva.net

Edouard Boubat & William W. Purkey

Photo by Edouard Boubat, Shooting the movie "En souriant à l'invisible", Paris, 1998





You've gotta dance
 like there's nobody watching,
love like you'll never be hurt,
sing like there's nobody listening,
and live like it's heaven on earth.

William W. Purkey

William Albert Allard & Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

Photo by William Albert Allard, 1995, Sicily

Three things are ever silent:

thought,

 destiny

 and

 the grave.

Edward George Bulwer-Lytton