The little tent of Blue

“Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.”

“Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.”

The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

“Potremmo, vedi, violentemente innamorarci dopo il divorare di venti avversi, il mordere aspro di dolori acerbi, il ristagno molle di una nostalgia, socchiudere la porta con le grazie di un gatto teso tra due mondi.”

The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men. But I am a part of this universe, and the most courageous thing to do is to accept it and the tragedy at the same time.