Jackie Ickx - Ferrari (1968 German GP)
Of all in strange lands lost,
Of all ships vanished in stormy seas,
Of all who had forgotten their joy.
Her voice flew up to the dome
And a light shone on the whitened shoulder
And all in the dark were watching and listening
As she sang, in the beam encircled.
And it seemed that the joy would come
That all ships would reach the shelter
That all the tired and exhausted
Had found their home and rest.
And the voice was sweet, and the beam was subtle,
And only in the sky, by the heaven’s gates
A baby cried – revealed to the mystery
That no one would ever come back.
|—||Alexander Blok, “A girl sang" (1905)|
In the sea of high grass you’ll be sunk with your head,
In the house - with peace come along…
She’ll embrace with her arms, veil around with her plait.
“Hi, my prince,” she will say, slim and strong.
She will tell you again, “Here are charms of the rose,
Here the dodder was waving his curls.
What the news have you brought, in what lands have been lost?
Who dislikes us, who likes, who sends curse? “
As before you forget that the days go ahead,
As before you excuse loft and wrong,
And you see as the clouds at distance are spread,
And you hear the villages’ song.
For the far lands your heart will bemoan its plea,
To the battle will call and entice,
She will say, “Farewell. And again come to me. “…
And again bells sing songs behind grass.
|—||A. A. Blok (via fyodors)|
© DMF Photography 2013
"Y debo decir que confío plenamente en la casualidad de haberte conocido. Que nunca intentaré olvidarte, y que si lo hiciera, no lo conseguiría. Que me encanta mirarte y que te hago mío con solo verte de lejos. Que adoro tus lunares y tu pecho me parece el paraíso. Que no fuiste el amor de mi vida, ni de mis días, ni de mi momento. Pero que te quise, y que te quiero, aunque estemos destinados a no ser." Cortázar.