"I was standing in front of you for a few seconds, you actually saw me. You looked [at me] fleetingly. And, you did not recognize me." She felt invisible.

Hannah Arendt Martin Heidegger, Elzbieta Ettinger

Elliott Erwitt, Valencia, Spain

James Jowers, E. 8th St., 1967

Oh, eu queria ficar aqui,
pequenina.

Anoitecer, Cecília Meireles

My heart has made its mind up and I'm afraid it's you.

Valentine, Wendy Cope

Pretty as can be

François-Hubert Drouais, Madame de Pompadour at her Tambour Frame, 1763-4

Heidegger's first letter to Hannah, dated 10 February 1925, bears the formal salutation "Dear Miss Arendt". Keeping a courteous distance he declared his respect for her, praised the qualities of her mind and soul, and asked only that she let him help her to remain faithful to herself.

Hannah Arendt Martin Heidegger, Elzbieta Ettinger

Writers in their married bliss

He smiled forgiveness.

I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire to go on and on being boring

Wendy Cope

Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.

My Heart Is Lame, Charlotte Mew

Writers in their married bliss

Girl Reading, Harold Knight

The first person is often the lover who
says I never knew anyone like you
The listener is the beloved She whispers
Who? Me?

Grace Paley

We were poorish and lonely and awkward together.

The Sea, The Sea, Iris Murdoch

Francesca Woodman, Self-portrait at thirteen, 1972-1975

The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life.

Still no letters.

The Sea, The Sea, Iris Murdoch

Rainy day women

But the sky looks cold, even the sun looks cold.

The Sea, The Sea, Iris Murdoch

Rainy day women

Now no Englishman, however phlegmatic, can have his hand dabbed with iodine without, momentarily at any rate, falling in love.

On Guard, Evelyn Waugh

This is just to say

My heart belongs to this photograph

It's a funny time of year

Vem, sempre vem

And as long as you are here, I am too.

'Cause you're not Dylan and I know we really do get along.

I need the company of people who don't exist.

Paulo Nozolino, Lisboa, 1981

Igloo

'What is it you do fear?' asked Sherman who had never thought much about death.

'Blankness,' said the old man. 'An infinite blankness and blackness where I'd be all by myself. Without loving or eating or nothing. Just lying in this infinite blankness and darkness.'

Clock Without Hands, Carson McCullers

Um dia, passados dois anos, como as pessoas se espantassem de ela ainda o amar, ela disse-lhe: «Fale.» E ele falou.

Do Amor, Stendhal

Pretty as can be

O you who I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing with me.

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come, Walt Whitman

He wondered how he could die since he had not yet lived.

Clock Without Hands, Carson McCullers

Pretty as can be

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was

a time of innocence, a time of confidences

No one belongs here more than you

And he loved me so naughty

The golden summer was with him and he was still free.

Clock Without Hands, Carson McCullers

Na primeira vez que te vejo dou-te um beijo
Na vez seguinte tratas-me por tu
E para sempre dou-te a minha fé.

Escrever Desenhar Inscrever, Paul Éluard (Tradução de Maria Gabriela Llansol)

Tout se donne en silence

There but for the grace of you go I

Pretty as can be

Things we don’t understand and are definitely not going to talk about

Then suddenly she stripped, the very skin came off her soul

Monsieur Qui Passe, Charlotte Mew

I so liked Spring last year

Because you were here -

The thrushes too -

Because it was these that you so liked to hear -

I so liked you.

I So Liked Spring, Charlotte Mew

And all of mine and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me

Poem, Frank O'Hara

I'm a working girl, you know

- Por que hesitas, então?

- Porque tu hesitas.

Ardente Texto Joshua, Maria Gabriela Llansol

Ardente Texto Joshua, Maria Gabriela Llansol

I could stay here