Raphael Delarue

astranemus: “Time and again we rip the god apart. Pressing our ears against the flashing sky, We listen for the beating of his heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of Sonnets to Orpheus (II, 16) (tr. by Alex Hartley)

astranemus: “Where shall I pour my dream?” — Lola Ridge (via mythologyofblue)

violentwavesofemotion: “My mouth still houses century-old magic. In my ears I hear a ringing and a singing and no God.” — Yvan Goll, from The Wet Flame of Your Tongue: Poems; “The Holy Body,”

hojascirculares: “My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.” — ANAIS NIN