« With a cloud in the sky, an orange on a plate, the painters illuminate what remains of day in the evening, invent the right distance which allows space to open up, and the love of dance. »
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Christian Bobin
Le Huitième jour de la semaine |
Christian Bobin
Le Huitième jour de la semaine
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« The beauty is all of these things that pass through us and ignore us, suddenly worsening the lightness of living. »
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Christian Bobin
Le Huitième Jour de la semaine |
Christian Bobin
Le Huitième Jour de la semaine
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« It is always the love within us who is injured, it's always love which we suffer even when we don't suffer from anything. »
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Christian Bobin
L’Inespérée |
Christian Bobin
L’Inespérée
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