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I turned around and I saw under the

sun that it is not the most agile

who win the races, nor is the hero

the war, nor is the wise the bread,

nor is the most intelligent the wealth, nor

is the wise the favour.

Virtue, a winter ball, it is by ourselves

that we are so or so.

Our bodies are gardens, our wills are the

gardeners.

If the balance of our life did not

have a plateau of reason to balance the

plateau of sensuality, the blood and the lowliness

of our nature would lead us to the

most absurd conclusions.

But we have the reason to refresh our

furious emotions.

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare,

Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare,

Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.

All glories, all glories to Shri Krishna Samkirtan,

which cleanses the heart from the impurities gathered

from years altogether.

All the dust that is covering the heart

will be purified by the chanting of this

Mahamantra.

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare,

Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.

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To love oneself is the beginning of a

lifelong romance.

To love oneself is the beginning of...

The first duty in life is to be

as artificial as possible.

The first duty in life is to be

as artificial as possible.

The second duty is...

It's mummy.

You have never looked more charming than you

do tonight.

You remind me of the day I saw

you first.

I want to hear some music.

Yes, you are the same.

I'm so glad you've never done anything outside

of yourself.

Life's been your art.

You've set yourself to music.

Your days are your sonnets.

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I'm in love with your body.

Your body is as white as the lily

of a meadow that the ploughman has never

ploughed.

Your body is as white as the snow

from the mountains...

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The roses in the garden of the Queen

of Arabia are not as white as your

body.

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Who is this woman looking at me?

I don't want her to look at me.

Why does she look at me with those

golden eyes?

I don't know who he is.

I don't want to know.

Your body is hideous.

It's like the body of a leper.

It's like a whitish sepulchre.

Your body is horrible.

It's your hair that I'm in love with.

Let me touch your hair.

My lord, as I was saying in my

closet, Lord Hamlet was his doublet all embraced.

My lord, as I was saying in my

closet, Lord Hamlet was his doublet all embraced.

Lord Hamlet in this closet.

What are you saying?

Look, you come in and you say, with

what in the name of God, look, I

say, alas, my Lord, I've been so frighted.

Okay.

Alas, my Lord, I've been so frighted.

With what in the name of God?

Now, here we go.

My Lord, as I was saying in my

closet, Lord Hamlet with his, um, with his

doublet all embraced.

No hat upon his head, his stockings foul,

unguarded and down, give to his ankle.

Pants, his shirt, his knees knocking together.

Does it say so?

Afrighted.

Afrighted.

It means he was afraid, you see.

Why was he afraid?

Because he had come with his, with his

trousers open, I suppose.

I don't know.

Hey, look.

Lord Hamlet.

I mean, my Lord, as I was saying

in my closet.

Lord.

Où suis-moi?

Là.

Polonius.

Oui.

With what in the name of God?

Oh, my Lord.

C'est pas comme ça que je le

lis?

Oui, oui, c'est ça.

My Lord, as I was saying in my

closet, Lord Hamlet with his doublet all embraced.

I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,

I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,

I can't, I can't, My Lord, reprends-les.

I love you, it's not really very funny.

I can't.

Here we go, five please.

Rolling.

Stockings, cardigan.

Take four, take one.

Spit.

Call me a liar.

Call me that was very nice.

You really are turning into something evil.

Shut up.

I wasn't even talking about you.

I never even knew you existed.

You're my adventure.

You mean you're mine.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Where's Rusty?

You'll probably never come back.

I'm in love with Marianne.

I'm in love with Marianne.

She's the only thing left in this country

of America that I can trust.

You've made everything else so nasty.

Now is that fair, I ask you?

Please, is that fair?

I mean, I've done everything.

All your fantasies come true.

I know you tell me I make everything

nasty.

I really was awful last night.

It was dreadful.

Are you in?

No.

You know why it is.

You understand that, don't you?

Understand what?

I'm not going to do it anymore.

Finished.

Nonsense.

No, it's true, really.

Before, acting was just...

It seemed the only real thing.

It could be one person one day and

somebody else the other.

Suddenly you came along.

It was all different.

I realised that they were just playing.

The words were unreal, the people were unreal.

It was...

You made me realise what love really was.

Let's go away.

Anywhere.

Just the two of us.

Be alone somewhere.

Be lovely.

No.

I'm leaving you, Jane.

I loved you because you were charming.

Because you realised all my dreams.

Not every day, but...

It's not like it was before.

Before you could walk down the street and

people would give you money, drugs.

It was good, but...

Now there's murders every day and people doing

drug deals, anything kind of thing.

They rip you off.

They take you out and go, here's where

we're going to get it, and they pull

guns on you.

It's just a lot of fucked people.

And they...

It's getting like a ghetto.

You know a ghetto in the South?

That is where hate's becoming together.

Before, people, like two years ago, walked down

the streets with baskets, candy, money, and give

it away.

Clothes.

You don't see that in hate now.

That John Lennon and those guys play for

a hell of a lot.

They don't even...

You never even see them.

He came, walked up and down Hate Street,

came to this park and played all day

for free.

I'm from the United States.

Actually, I'm from California.

But I'm a good girl.

Oh!

Socialism, communism, or whatever one chooses to call

it, by converting private property into community wealth,

will ensure society of maintaining itself as a

thoroughly healthy organism.

It will, in fact, give life its proper

basis and its proper environment.

However, for the full development of life to

its highest mode of perfection, something...

something more is needed.

Christ, who loves people, lives alone.

They, who hate themselves and everybody else, live

lonely and forsaken in big crowds.

They are deadly afraid of each other.

Montreux.

Carmel.

Bixu.

Miller.

Minerva.

New York.

If you are a man and you love

a woman, you may start loving her the

full way, wanting to melt into her as

God has established it.

How can you stop the flower of love?

The Flower of Love I turned around and

I saw under the sun that it is

not the most agile who win the races,

nor the heroes the war, nor the wise

the bread, He is more intelligent the wealth,

he is wise the favor.

Love, come back on your boat, come back

on this shore, come back.

The time of emigration is over.

Come back, turbulent blade in my flesh.

Love, come back on your boat.

I love you.

We are finished.

I love you too.

I will bring you back on my shoulders.

I will drag you by the hair if

necessary.

If you faint, I will wake you with

bites, slaps, caresses.

I do not know what it means that

I am so sad.

I can not forget it,

my beloved wife, that I once possessed you,

the soul and the body.

A fairy tale from ancient times, that does

not make sense to me.

The air is cool and dark, and the

Rhine flows quietly.

The summit of the mountain sparkles in the

evening sunshine.

She comes

out of the earth, she brings me light.

She sings to the Arabs, her voice hangs

in the djebel.

She sings to the black in the early

morning.

She sings naked under the avalanche.

To love oneself is the beginning of a

lifelong romance.

I am the dark one, the weak one,

the inconsolable one, the prince of Aquitaine at

the abolished tower.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

By all, let this be heard.

Some do it with a bitter look.

Some with a flattering word.

I am leaving you, Jane.

I loved you because you were marvelous, because...

The only people that I care to be

with now are those that know what beauty

is, those that know what sorrow is.

I am subject to the signs of autumn.

I hate fruits, I love flowers.

A wife follows me.

She is my fatal shadow.

The old Lilith is Samael's wife.

They were born at the same time.

In the image of Adam and Eve, they

are drawn to each other.

I regret each of the kisses I give.

The old Lilith is also Adam's first wife.

The shadow being, the opposite of Eve.

The black moon.

What magician are you, witch?

I am tired of living, and my eyes

are cursed.

My heart hurts so much since she left.

The old Lilith reigns over the demons.

She is also the daughter of Eve and

the succubi.

We must keep her away from incantations.

Forgive me my ignorance.

Lilith, the old Lilith, her formidable wife.

She dared to say to the Creator, We

are equal, since we come from the earth.

I don't know anything anymore.

I love only her.

But this virgin goddess has a name for

herself.

She has the double character of a virgin

and a prostitute.

Remember Mary the Egyptian, who can only go

to the holy land by offering herself to

the sailor.

Then, she lived alone in the desert until

her death.

My heart hurts so much since she left.

She is the faithful, submissive wife, the one

who embodies all virtues.

Don't look any further.

The Assyrians have signed.

They are no longer heads of women.

The angel I was waiting for has never

come.

Oh, my summer under the veils.

My love is the wall against which I

will crush.

My flesh is murdered.

My tears will no longer fall on my

feet.

My calls will no longer open the doors.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

By all, let this be heard.

Some do it with a bitter look.

Some with a flattering word.

The brave man does it with a sword.

The coward with a kiss.

Some kill their love when they are young.

And some when they are old.

Some strangle with the hands of lust.

Some with the hands of gold.

The kind man does it with a knife.

Because the dead so soon grow cold.

Some have too little.

Some too long.

Some sell and others buy.

For each man kills the thing he loves.

But all men do not die.

A wife follows me.

It is my fatal shadow.

Do you know that I slept near dying

bells, in dark gloom?

I imagined you on a terrace, Sounded by

the sun, Dreaming of palm trees and smoke.

I go from bar to bar.

I look if you are not mixed with

the crowd.

And I give myself in show.

You stack me up.

You harass me.

You tear me.

I breathe.

There is no love.

There is only proof of love.

Writing is an act of love.

If it is not, it is only writing.

It consists of obeying the plants and the

trees.

The women of the islands of the Pacific

lay in the mud to let grow only

strong children.

What do the acts mean?

I regret each of the kisses I give.

He's crazy.

Do you know?

No.

Go on, start again.

He took me by the wrist and held

me hard.

He took me by the wrist and held

me hard.

Don't talk to me.

I don't want to listen to you.

It is by the woman that evil has

entered the world.

Your hair is horrible.

They are covered with dust and dust.

I don't like your hair.

It is from your mouth that I am

happy.

Let me kiss your mouth.

Cover your face with a veil.

And go in the desert to look for

the Son of Man.

And who is the Son of Man?

Is he as beautiful as you?

Nothing.

I don't want to look at you.

I will kiss your mouth.

Even if I have to cut your head.

What do the acts mean?

Come on, let's go away somewhere.

Anywhere.

I don't mind where.

Anything where we can be alone.

Amour, remonte sur ta barque.

Je suis le ténébreux.

Le veuve inconsolé.

Le prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie.

Ma seule étoile est morte.

Et mon lutte constelée porte le soleil noir

de la mer en coline.

You came along.

And I realized they were all phony.

They were all speaking silly words.

So...

You made me see what love was.

Really.

I

love you.

I love you.

Love oneself

is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Love oneself...

I'm so

glad that you've never done anything outside yourself.

Life's been your art.

You've set yourself to music.

It's by ourselves that we are so or

so.

Our bodies are gardens, our wills are gardeners.

If the balance of our life didn't have

a plateau of reasons to balance or a

plateau of sensuality, the blood and the lowness

of our nature would lead us to the

most absurd conclusions.

And we have the reason to refresh our

furious emotions.

It's the faithful wife, submissive, the one who

embodies all virtues.

Don't look any further.

Don't mummy, please.

Help me, please.

Sleep.

Mummy, sleep.

Don't mummy, sleep.

Put your foot on this.

Put your foot on this.

Mum.

Mummy.