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May the leaves of yesterday not follow you. May the birds of the future guide you, and the voice of the wind inform you and the rays of the sun embrace you. (written in 1967 by Betty Parsons to Agnes Martin as she was leaving her life in New York and heading to travel and finally settle down in New Mexico. Beautiful!) photo taken from the following article
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FORGETTING
I forget that you may not come back one day, next to me, at night, in our bed. I forget the promises I make to myself every morning or every night, every day, every week, every year. I forget that the amount of time I have left on this Earth is shorter than the amount of time I have spent on the Earth I forget that I am one when I exist as many I forget certain years of my life while others never leave me. I forget that creating is the same as living and the only way to be free I forget that screaming is healthy, and one day, that scream will be the host of my memory, and that scream will be the echo of my soul flying high flying high. 2018 © Marianne Simonin |
Marianne
I have several ways of being, many interests, Sometimes I like to write in English, and other times in French. This blog expresses my ideas, my feelings, things that I like or do. By sharing this material with you I aim to communicate and reach out to people with similar visions. Feel free to share, comment and do subscribe to receive regular articles and news. It is a nice way to keep in touch. I hope you will enjoy my posts. Archives
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