Love is the beauty of the soul.
“Le Parc” - Angelin Preljocaj (by Nichka01)
I want a trouble-maker for a Lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a Heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”
Be the one to guide me, never to hold me down
He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she fears the dark. Whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies on the back of her hands.”
Alaska Gold (via pinterest.com couldn’t say it better)
Dance is a light and irreplaceable spark of passion, a flame in the rain, a smiling, climbing and glowing flame . As it moves through the body, its warmth rises upward, fanning out at the heart, consuming all thoughts. When you dance, you just let go.
…Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds.
Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep.
Above, the sky unrolls its telegram,
immense and wordless, simply understood:
you’ve made your mark like birdtracks in the sand -
now make the air in your lungs your livelihood.
See how each wave arrives at last to heave
itself upon the beach and vanish. Breathe.