Planets in My Palms

(...)

Can't you just appear in my hands, and I'll carry you instead?
There's planets in my palms if you get bored of my skin
I mean, you change with the moon
Habitual rituals, your smile and that light is my only residual
The first time we met did you go home and think of me too?
Our silence settles strangely now and self consciousness is heavy, I know
People over thinks things, women wreak havoc, men implode
But don't trouble yourself with my opinions
Just remember me in the morning and carry me home.

P.S. The spoken introduction - that reads like a poem - is from Jorja Smith from her song 'Carry Me Home' (2016): song here and introduction here.
P.P.S. Picture is from blogger 'A menina dança?': here.

Like Wildflowers

William Faulkner's poem 'Une Ballade des Dames Perdues' (around 1920):

"I sing in the green dusk
Fatuously
Of ladies I have loved
- Ça ne fait rien!  Hélas, vraiment, vraiement

Gay little ghosts of loves in silver sandals
They dance with quick feet on my lute strings
With the abandon of boarding school virgins
While unbidden moths
Amorous of my seraglio
Call them with soundless love songs
A sort of etherial seduction

They hear, alas
My women
And brush my lips with ghostly kisses
Stealing away
Singly, their tiny ardent faces
Like wildflowers from some blown garden of dreams
To their love nights among the roses

I am old, and alone
And the star dust from their wings
Has dimmed my eyes
I sing in the green dusk
Of lost ladies - Si vraiment, vraiment charmant." 

P.S. Watercolor 'Happy Poppies' is from Debra and Dave Vanderlaan (source).
P.P.S. Source poem: here.

Papillon

P.S. Title 'Papillon'. Made by Gabriel Argy-Rousseau (1885-1953) and designed by Marcel Bouraine (1886-1948) around 1928. Sometimes described in English as 'Butterfly danser'.

Danseuse

P.S. Title 'Danseuse'. Made by Gabriel Argy-Rousseau (1885-1953) and designed by Marcel Bouraine (1886-1948) around 1922.

And Move On

Camp taste. It's my camp taste. Today I finished watching for the second time the two seasons of series 'Sex Education' on Netflix. I can't stop watching. I makes me feel so alive. I feel so close and "in". It makes me sentimental and sometimes I can't stop crying. 

I always had a crush on "high school" movies and it seems even more intense when I am older. The ups and downs - and everything in between - of teenagers. In a way I am still that teenager: romantic, full of self confidence, insecure, longing, kissing, make love, tears, smiling, love, feel loved, hurt, being hurt, in-a-relation, out-of-a-relation and move on ... hoping to fall in love again. Looking for - yes what? - one's love-of-a-life?

To be honest, I guess I'm an über romantic.

P.S. The best moments of Otis and Maeve in season 1 and 2: here.
P.P.S. I wrote on camp taste before in 5-2019: here.
P.P.P.S. I finished reading last week: Fitzroy Maclean, 'Eastern Approaches. The Memoirs of the Original British Action Hero' (1949) and Veronica Maclean-Fraser, 'Past Forgetting. A Memoir of Heroes, Adventure and Love' (2002). Lovely books. Both!