Julio Cortázar, born Jules Florencio Cortázar, was an Argentine novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Wikipedia
Born: August 26, 1914, Ixelles, Belgium
Died: February 12, 1984, Paris, France
Julio Cortazar was born Jules Florencio Cortázar in Ixelles, Belgium on this day in 1914.
"Nothing is lost if one has the courage to proclaim that all is lost and we must begin anew."
--from HOPSCOTCH (1963)
Guillaume Apollinaire《阿波利奈尔传》《阿波利奈爾論藝術》圖象詩/動物詩集: 貓/ 跳蚤等等
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Guillaume Apollinaire was a French poet, playwright, short story writer, novelist, and art critic of Polish descent. Wikipedia
Born: August 26, 1880, Rome, Italy
Died: November 9, 1918, Paris, France
Spouse: Jacqueline Kolb (m. 1918–1918)
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Poet Guillaume Apollinaire was born Wilhelm Albert Włodzimierz Apolinary Kostrowicki in Rome, Italy on this day in 1880.
"Mirabeau Bridge" by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
And lovers
Must I be reminded
Joy came always after pain
And lovers
Must I be reminded
Joy came always after pain
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
The days go by not I
We're face to face and hand in hand
While under the bridges
Of embrace expire
Eternal tired tidal eyes
While under the bridges
Of embrace expire
Eternal tired tidal eyes
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
The days go by not I
Love elapses like the river
Love goes by
Poor life is indolent
And expectation always violent
Love goes by
Poor life is indolent
And expectation always violent
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
The days go by not I
The days and equally the weeks elapse
The past remains the past
Love remains lost
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
The past remains the past
Love remains lost
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
The days go by not I
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