Tuesday, August 28, 2012

When I look at my life and it’s secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. 
Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. 
You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, 
and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. 
I’m all those things at once.
 I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me.
 Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can’t say it.


Milan Borovicka, from Women series, 1979

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