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How many special people change How many lives are living strange Where were you when we were getting high?
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Ce sentiment de l'été, Mikhaël Hers (2015)
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Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
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“I understand your discouragements, your sorrows… If you can’t write anymore, do what you want, I will always understand. Of course, it will be sad on days without you. But I trust and love you. Don’t let yourself go too far into inertia though. Don’t forget me completely. In any case, give up your imaginations about your platitudes or your wrongdoings. I want your letters and I am only looking for the palpitation, the flame, the impetus. I am looking for the signs, the secret that runs through your beautiful face.”
— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 9, 1950 [#181]
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-Beheading of Saint John the Baptist-
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Portugal, 25 de Abril de 1974 / 2024 — 50
25 de Abril 1974 by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen Esta é a madrugada que eu esperava O dia inicial inteiro e limpo Onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio E livres habitamos a substância do tempo – [from 'O nome das coisas', 1977]
25th April 1974 by Sophia de Mello Breyner This is the dawn I was waiting for The first day whole and pure When we emerged from night and silence Alive into substance of time – Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, (1977), 25th April 1974, in Marine Rose. Selected Poems, Translated by Ruth Fainlight, Black Swan Books, Redding Ridge, CT, 1988, p. 56
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