L’halloween
Monday, 31 October 2005 | 19:16
Ne sommes-nous pas, comme le fond des mers, peuplés de monstres insolites?
Henri Bosco

Ne sommes-nous pas, comme le fond des mers, peuplés de monstres insolites?
Henri Bosco
« Through the eyes of a child
necessity of pain »
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Larissa I have taken the liberty to copy this and other stuff to send to a dear friend of mine, whom I’m sure will thouroughly appreciate. Of course I’m giving him the reference of your blog. (Only using this as an introduction to entice him to pay you a visit!)
By the way he’s a SF writer, psychologist, daydreamer and absolute nuts of Rainer Maria Rilke. Also lives in Paris. Maybe he’ll get in touch with you and you’ll extend your french web! Love Ely.
Ah well thank you for the publicity
My adoration of Rilke began with a tiny pocket copy of Duino Elegies, purchased on a whim at a lovely little bookstore in my hometown; the pages of the miniature book are now well worn around the edges, and I carry it around with me almost everywhere when I’m feeling stressed out or sad.