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Sunflowers On The Banks Of The Seine - Gustave Caillebotte - www.gustavcaillebotte.org
Gustave Caillebotte (19 August 1848 – 21 February 1894)
You who with your lances burning
Melt the ice sheets of my soul,
Speed it toward the ocean yearning
For its highest hope and goal:
Ever healthier it rises,
Free in fate most amorous:-
Thus your miracle it prizes
Fairest Augustus! Januarius!
-Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche The Gay Science
All My Friends(LCD Soundsystem Cover) |John Cale
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One Week of Danger - The Virgins
January 29, 2010
Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep’, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast,—
Act II, Scene ⅱ - The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare
(via inspiro)

