Death 25 Saturday Apr 2015 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 6 Comments TagsDeath, Tanka Death is my girlfriend She awaits me in Sheol, Smiling on her throne. I quietly walk to meet her, Dawn without tomorrow. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
Born from nothingness,
To nothingness we return,
In a few decades.
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Parler de la mort
n’a jamais tué personne.
Alors parlons-en.
Talking about death
has never killed anyone.
So let’s talk about her.
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We will all meet death, but I hope there is a lot more of life first!
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Death
Is the most
Interesting phenomenon
While living
After one’s
Death no
Longer
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“Ma rage d’aimer donne sur la mort comme une fenêtre sur la cour.”
―Georges Bataille
La somme athéologique (ed. 1970)
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when one’s time come to die…hopefully with peace of mind.
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