I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more /the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort /to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires /and expires, too soon, too soon /before life itself.
It's extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it's just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.
Between the conception
and the creation
between the emotion
and the response
Falls the shadow
Thank you for those words, Joseph Conrad










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Everything is wrong in my life except the photography...
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We're nothing like God. Not only are our powers limited, sometimes we're driven to become the Devil himself.
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Live your heart and never follow
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I'll never be your Beast of Burden
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U think I can't fly?
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Art is an adventure that never seems to end.
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What passed it passed , what is done is done !
Don't worry, because in the end everything gonna be alright, of a way or of another !
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