L'amour

Wat zouden we toch zijn zonder de liefde? Ik weet het niet, en ik denk niet dat er iemand is die het wel weet. Want overal rondom ons is er liefde. Soms met een grote L, soms met een kleine, maar overal (ja, echt overal) vind je liefde. Ook op de plaatsen waar je het het minst verwacht. Maar de Liefde met een grote L vind je het meest terug in liefdesbrieven, denk ik. Oh liefdesbrieven... Prachtig vind ik ze! Pakkend, lief, soms zelfs grappig, maar altijd even ontroerend.(Sorry voor het feit dat ze in het Engels zijn, maar ik vind  de dingen altijd zo veel mooier uitgedrukt in het Engels dan in het oh-zo-prachtige Nederlands)

                                                 ~weheartit

                                                 ~weheartit

                      Sonnet 18

            Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

            Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

            Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

            And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

            Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines

            And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

            And every fair from fair sometime declines,

            By chance, or nature's changig course untrimmed;

            But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

            Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

            Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

            When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

            So long as men can breathe or eyes can 

            see,

            So long lives this, and this gives life to

            thee.

                       
                   William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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                                                 ~weheartit

I was trying to describe you to someone.

I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago.You don't look like any girl I've ever seen before.

I couldn't say: "Well, she looks just like Jane Fonda except that she's got red hair and her mouth is different and of course she's not a movie star." I couldn't say that because you don't look like Jane Fonda at all. 

I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma, Washington. I guess I saw it  in 1941 or '42: somewhere in there. I think I was seven or eight or six. It was a movie bout rural electrification and a perfect 1930's New Deal morality kind of movie to show kids. The movie was about farmers living in the country without electricity. They had to use lanterns to see by at night, for sewing and reading, and they didn't have any appliances, like toasters or washing machines, and they couldn't listen to the radio. 

Then they built a dam with big electric generators and they put poles across the countryside and strung wire over fields and pastures. There was an incredible heroic dimension that came from the simple putting up of poles for the wires to travel along. They looked ancient and modern at the same time.

Then the movie showed Electricity like a young Greek god coming from the farmer to take away for ever the dark ways of his life. Suddenly, religiously, with the trowing of a switch the farmer had electric lights to see by when he milked his cows in the early black winter mornings. The farmer's family got to listen to the radio and have a toaster and lots of bright lights to sew dresses and read newspapers by. 

It was really a fantastic movie and excited me like listening to "The Star-Spangled Banner" or seeing photographs of President Roosevelt or hearing him on the radio. 

"... the President of the United States..."

I wanted electricity to go everywhere in the world. I wanted all the farmers in the world to be able to listen to  President Roosevelt on the radio. 

That's how you look to me.

                                               ~Tumblr

Dear Jessica,

You've asked me to stop writing these letters.

You've told me they will never change things between us.

But I can't, Jessica. I can't just... let you go. 

Even Darth Vader, an evil Sith lord, couldn't leave his son to 

die at he end of 'Return of the Jedi'.

You make me feel so safe, Jessica.

So warm. I want to crawl up inside you.

Like Luke Skywalker crawled up inside his tauntoun 

to protect himself from the sub-zero temperatures of Hoth, 

where the Rebel Alliance na hiding from the Galactic Empire.

                                              ~weheartit