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Brigitte Bardot
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Dear You: Mediocrity tastes of lemons,
and I keep telling myself
that you are going to come
back and tremble at the sight of
my smile, and you
will wanderinto my arms and kiss me
for once
finally—but I know not
what the future is
and you are growing awayfor fear of all this. Let it go,
love me, don’t love me, I am
…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
– Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via girlouteast)
from Amy Winehouse: The Biography by Chas Newkey-Burden
my friend bought me this book when he was in England. I cannot stop laughing.
Amy Amy Amy
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Mary Helen demonstrating a stretch through the port de bras (arms) - click on the picture for a higher resolution!
Preview of the new Ballet Beautiful book, coming out on June 12, 2012.
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