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Name: Jamie
Birthday: 12/20/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: books
conversations
moscato
being genuine
laughing
mother
eating
truth
attempting to paint
army of gfs + eugene
God
life
learning
Expertise: books
conversations
moscato
being genuine
laughing
mother
eating
truth
attempting to paint
army of gfs + eugene
God
life
learning
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Member Since:
2/6/2005
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attraversiamo
it is time to move, in every sense of the word
/flutterance
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who am i kidding. here's what i really really want
i want:
the bicycle;
a booklist that consists of the following:
Sarah Kane: complete plays
anything on Jalal al-Din Rumi
the selected poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
one hundred years of solitude by gabriel garcia marquez
the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera
ch 8 of the twentieth century performance reader
video of pina bausch' work
basically, scripts, poetry, prose, essays, videos;
film collection of wong kar wai;
a pouch for my itouch;
a pouch for my camera;
journals, journals, journals;
a fountain pen;
french lessons;
my driver's license;
for now.
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I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to
kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to
being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would
perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and
governed me for so many days and years, I would surely
become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more
time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet, prey to all the
forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me
today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the
lips and face of some passerby.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much,
talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that per-
haps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among
phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the
shadow that moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the
sundial of your life.
I have dreamed of you so much, Robert Desnos (translated by Paul Auster)
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| Close your eyes and look at me.
Lock the door and you'll be free.
Dreams can be re-al-i-ty,
If you live your dream with me.
Wave good-bye to what you are.
What you want is not so far.
Life is short and life is long,
If you let me sing this song.
Give away your eyes to me,
I'll show you things you couldn't see.
Rain will fall, the sun will shine,
If I'm yours and you are mine.
Love me now and love me true,
Dream with me, I'll dream with you.
You'll find the thing you couldn't be,
If you stop and look at me.
close your eyes, paul auster
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