Alex Phénix & Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Photo by Alex Phénix, Antik, autoportrait of the artist, 2020



A woman
must be able to stand in the face of power,
because ultimately
some part of that power
will become
hers.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Women who run with the wolves

Thanks to the artist Alex Phénix
Instagram account: phenixthecat 

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

Gao Brothers & Charles Bukowski

Photo by Gao Brothers, Sense of Space


There is a place in the heart
that will never be filled
a space
and even during the best moments
and the greatest times
we will know it
we will know it
more than ever
there is a place in the heart
that we will never be filled
and
we will wait
and wait
in that space.

You get so alone at times that it just makes sense, 1986
Charles Bukowski

Robert Doisneau & Victor Hugo

Photo by Robert Doisneau


Even
 the darkness night
will end
and
the sun
 will rise.

Victor Hugo
Les misérables

Leo Dohmen & Joseph Conrad

Photo by Leo Dohmen




God is for men religion is for women.

Joseph Conrad